The whole banquet was filled only with the sound of wind passing through the forest, the firelight flickering in the evening breeze. Marquis An Yuan angrily said, "You're deliberately treating Second Young Master as prey to hunt, aren't you?"
"If Xie Jue is scared, we can forgo the thirty thousand suits of crimson armor. It doesn't matter to us." Dugu Jing spread his hands. "The wager is one you agreed to. If you regret it now, there's not much we can say!"
Such an idiotic provocation wouldn't fool him, let alone my Second Brother.
"Fine!" Xie Jue agreed to the wager.
Xie Xun, "..."
"Direct and decisive!" Dugu Jing, worried that Xie Jue might change his mind, bowed to Emperor Jianming. "Your Majesty Yanyang, please serve as witness—Xie Jue has accepted the wager, and life and death are left to fate."
Emperor Jianming hesitated slightly. "Is the crimson armor truly essential?"
