The crowd parted once again, and Li Xiaobai emerged slowly, grinning as he spoke.
"Is it you again?"
"Young Master Han, no matter where I go, I bump into you, like a persistent ghost!"
Enemies meeting was particularly intense, especially when it was the man infuriating him to the point of steaming anger.
"Heh, perhaps this is fate. I didn't expect Young Master Long to also be so leisurely and confident in betting on himself to win. However, the Immortal Stones you've thrown in are rather paltry—just a mere million high-grade Immortal Stones. Even a beggar on the street wouldn't want them. Seems a bit too petty."
Li Xiaobai chuckled.
"Brother from the Golden Blade Sect, I, Han Buzhu, bet on myself winning; I bet five million high-grade Immortal Stones!"
"Alright!"
"Young Master Han is so generous; I am fortunate to meet such a talented young man today, it's Ol'Fatty's triple fortune!"
"Here's wishing Young Master Han wins the contest and gets the beauty!"