The two people quietly measured each other. Those left panicked were actually the melon-eating audience. As they saw the incense stick about to burn out, they wondered why Wu Daoyuan hadn’t started. If they continued silently staring at each other like this then there wouldn’t be enough time!

As they were about to bite through their fingernails, Wu Daoyuan finally let out a breath. He took back his hand and opened his palm to reveal nothing. “Little friend Qin Yu’s methods are amazing. Since I agreed to this bet, I must accept my loss. The lotus flower is yours.”

As he spoke he flicked his sleeves and sent the lotus flower to Qin Yu.

The entire banquet hall fell into a strange stasis. Everyone had their previous expressions etched on their faces, as if they had been bound in ice.

With a light cracking sound, Lei Jinyun’s wine glass shattered in his hands. His fingers paled as wine dripped down and soaked his sleeves.

Gu Wan could feel the grip on her hand turn painful. But, she didn’t say anything at all. She looked closely at Wu Daoyuan, trying to determine his true thoughts through his expression.

Wu Daoyuan lost? She absolutely...