Regardless, those who were spectating would never begrudge the matter for blowing up even more. Licking a shoe or kneeling while admitting to being a perverted degenerate were both exciting stakes. The Flameyellow Pagoda was a place of quiet cultivation, and hadn’t been so lively for a very long time.

‘Well, aren’t you eager.” Wei Lingxuan glanced at Li Tianming’s dirty shoes. She trembled somewhat, but she was so full of confidence that she wasn’t deterred.

“Excited to clean my shoe? Don’t worry, an hour will fly by.” Li Tianming smiled, approaching the Flameyellow Rock, Jiang Feiling in tow.

The Heaven’s Sanctum disciples cultivating by the Flameyellow Rock all halted when they heard of the bet. Stepping out of the rings, they watched Li Tianming and Wei Lingxuan with rapt attention.

“Is there something wrong with Li Tianming’s head?”

“There must be. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been dumb enough to attack Mu Qingqing three years ago and ruin...