At the Gambling Arena, the sun was slanting west. Mo Qi still hadn't appeared, and the many disciples in the square had grown impatient.
The upper echelons of the Void Sect, who had been drawn over to watch the show, had already been gone for a long time, including Sect Leader Yun Xuzi and a number of Elders.
"Is Mo Qi coming or not? Isn't this just a waste of time?"
"It's already this late. I bet he got scared and won't dare to show up."
"What a buzzkill. If he didn't dare to fight, why did he even propose a life-and-death battle in the first place? It's ridiculous!"
"You know how it is. Some people get hot-headed and get carried away, and once they get carried away, they start courting death."
"Hmph, he'd better not cross my path in the future. I'll beat him up every time I see him!"
"Don't say that. Chef Mo still has his supporters. Don't forget, his cooking skills have won over a lot of people."
"Tch. Just some unrefined, unorthodox trick."
