While the match was just about to begin, Yu Xuan made his way toward the betting counter.
The gambling area was in chaos — disciples were placing bets in every possible way: divine sense transmissions, local betting talismans, even good old-fashioned shouting.
The staff member at the counter looked up and asked briskly, "Which one, and how much?"
Without missing a beat, Yu Xuan pointed toward the pale youth with dark circles under his eyes and said coolly, "Ten thousand Sect Points. On him."
The clerk froze mid-motion. "…Say that again?"
"I said ten thousand, are your ears clogged with beast dung?" Yu Xuan replied with a faint sneer, perfectly embodying the smug arrogance of a rich young master. He suddenly had the thought of becoming one.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried far and wide, and the immediate area around the counter went silent — just long enough for a wave of chaos to follow.
"Did he say ten thousand?!"
"Bro's got that young master energy!"
