"Whatever, what's the point of arguing with someone so ignorant? We'll know how much of a joke his words were in just a moment. That large-mouthed guy from earlier failed to get in even after three tries. I'm willing to bet that they wouldn't be able to get in even if they stayed here and constantly tried for two years!"
Fane let out a laugh as he turned to look at Joe. The disciple of the Compass Pavilion had a noble air to him, it was obvious that Joe came from a notable family.
Fane let out a laugh, "Are you so sure that I'll definitely fail to get in?"
Joe raised an eyebrow, not expecting Fane's sudden question. Joe nodded without any hesitation. It was something that Joe did not even need to think of.
If two alchemists could get the right to go into the city, then those rejected warriors were far too pathetic.
Fane laughed, "Why don't we make a bet? If the both of us manage to enter Thousand Leaves Pavilion together, you'll give us ten thousand spirit crystals!"
Just thinking about the nine ninth-grade spirit crystals he needed to gather gave Fane an immense amount of pressure. Fane was not willing to give up any chance he had to make more spirit crystals. That guy had mocked him quite a bit earlier, and was now
right up in his nose, looking at him with a mocking expression. Fane had to teach him a lesson.
Joe widened his eyes as he laughed uncontrollably. He felt like the alchemist in front of him was such a joke. Did Fane not know what he was saying?
Did Fane know how ridiculous he sounded to everyone there?
Fane asked again after noticing Joe's lack of a response, "Are you willing to take the bet?"
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