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"Waaaaah!"
In the spectator stands where members of various immortal sects sat, Shang Ziliang and Lackey A clung to each other and let out heart-wrenching wails.
Shang Ziliang bawled. "Why are you crying?"
"It hurts!" Lackey A answered, crying even louder.
"You only bet fifty Vermillion-Bird coins! What do you have to feel hurt about?" Shang Ziliang's face scrunched up in agony. "I'm the one who's really hurting!"
"It's too painful!" Lackey A said. "I heard it's very nice and warm with beautiful scenery at the laundry river just outside the capital of Yu. Ornamental boats and leisure boats often pass by, and you can see courtesans playing around on the boats. Maybe we should just go pick out a spot there."[1]
"I think that's a great idea!" Shang Ziliang replied.
Shang Ziliang and Lackey A weren't the only ones wailing. As the competition reached the midway point, some of the stronger teams were eliminated in succession, and cries of despair became a common occurrence in the spectator stands.
However, when Yang Shenlong wiped out the teams from the Mount Shu Sect and Buddhist Cloud Monastery, there were more people laughing than crying.
That was because few people had bet on the Mount Shu Sect or the Buddhist Cloud Monastery. The Mount Shu Sect hadn't placed in the top ten for several assemblies in a row, and the Buddhist Cloud Monastery had a weak team this time. They did not even have one outstanding prodigy in their team, so the public didn't have a good impression of them.
Thus, only Shang Ziliang...
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