Aftermath [1]

Pot Black stomach churned.

Damn it! This brat actually pulled it off!

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to reach out and snatch a pill for himself.

The wager.

50,000 taels of gold!

That wasn't a small amount, No! it was his entire fortune.

As a Level 4 Formation Master, he wasn't poor, but that much gold represented years of careful investments and strategic saving.

Losing it all in a single moment…

Unacceptable!

He had to find a flaw.

His hand shot out. "I need to check these pills!"

Ace raised an eyebrow, but he didn't stop him.

Pot Black walked down the podium and snatched a pill, his movements quick, almost desperate.

He turned it over, squinting hard, searching for any possible flaws, an imperfection, a crack, something he could use to discredit Ace's victory.

The students began to whisper among themselves.