After Luo Xiong left, Lin Chen collapsed weakly onto the ground, his face etched with terror. If word of this reaches the Chief Hall Master of Yan Province, he might not die, but he'll certainly be skinned alive!
Suddenly, he turned to Feng Cheng and Elder Mo, his eyes pleading. "Elder Feng, Elder Mo, you must help me."
"This matter isn't easy to help with!" one of them said, his expression grim.
"The one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. You should go find Jian Haotian yourself," the other added.
Neither of them looked pleased.
Fatty sidled up, chuckling. "Master Lin Chen, who's the winner now?"
The surrounding disciples all rolled their eyes. Is that even a question? Of course, it's Jian Haotian. If someone who can concoct a Top Grade elixir could lose, then there must be some foul play involved.
Fatty continued, "Master Lin Chen, the bet between Brother Jian and Cheng Yi was agreed upon by you personally, wasn't it?"
