Hellish Tournament, Grand Scheme

Upon hearing this news, Luo Youcai was infuriated and stomped his feet in the martial arts arena.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Chen An’nian was annoyed by Luo Youcai’s antics.

“Youcai, I am frustrated. Do you know how many spirit stones one can earn from this grand tournament in the Battle Arena?”

Luo Youcai lamented, wishing to quickly take over the Battle Arena.

“Even if they earn a lot, it belongs to others. Why are you so anxious?”

Chen An’nian was speechless.

This guy is completely obsessed with money.

“But this idea was suggested by you. The Battle Arena is really not considerate.”

Luo Youcai sat down on a stone, feeling dejected.

“It seems like they have spent a considerable amount of spirit stones.”

“But these spirit stones are just a drop in the bucket. This tournament, which involves the entire Baiyang Mansion, is enough to earn them spirit stones that would take them twenty years to accumulate through gambling battles.”