"Come on! I bet two hundred taels on you, a Heavenly Pride recognized by Tianji Pavilion, how could you lose to those three swords from Capital City?"
"I'm rooting for you. I've always disliked those local Martial Cultivators from Capital City who look down on heroes from all over."
Chu Xisheng acted as if he heard none of it, as if he saw none of it, and he wasn't worried about his own safety.
At this moment, there were more than twenty high-level Jianghu Travellers standing on either side of him.
They wore different clothes, but all of them kept a vigilant watch over the surrounding crowd, their expressions guarded.
Last night, Wo Meiniang and the brothers Hu Kan and Hu Lai mentioned that when Chu Xisheng entered He Province, the big gambling dens in Capital City and a few Arena Masters from West Pier had already dispatched experts to ensure his safety, so that the betting involving tens of thousands of Martial Cultivators could proceed smoothly.
