Chapter 51 Duck

The suggestion immediately piqued the interest of the gathered elders. A few chuckled, while others exchanged knowing glances, their competitive spirits subtly ignited.

"A gamble, you say?" an elder from the Profound Sword Sect replied, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Interesting. What stakes are you proposing?"

"Nothing too extravagant," the Heavenly Sword Sect elder said with a sly smile. "Let's say a rare treasure or ten million spirit stones from each participant? Enough to make it worthwhile, but not so much as to cause undue strain."

The elders murmured among themselves, weighing the proposition. It wasn't uncommon for friendly bets to occur during such events, but with the Seven Swords Grand Meet being the pinnacle of regional competition, the stakes carried extra weight.

"I'll participate," an elder from the Azure Dragon Palace said confidently. "Our disciples are well-prepared this year, and I have no doubt they'll dominate the field."