Ma Zouri's gaze drifted away from Selena, and a smile unexpectedly crossed his indifferent face as he carelessly fiddled with the thumb ring, his expression growing increasingly tranquil.
"Ma Zouri, you really live up to your reputation as the invincible Weeble of the old Western Extreme Demon Country. However, what puzzles me is why you're so certain that the Holy Venerable will win. You do know that the Old Demon Dragon is a peerless powerhouse of the Fifth Breakthrough Limit. Where does your confidence come from?"
For the first time, a serious glint appeared in Selena's eyes; the woman who had never taken Ma Zouri seriously now harbored a hint of intense wariness in her heart.
"Lady Selena, all of this is because I, Ma Zouri—am greedy, ha!"
"The more you bet, the more you win. If Lady Selena isn't afraid to wager, then naturally, I'm even less so."
"If in the future Lady Selena happens to be disloyal to the Holy Venerable, then I, Ma Zouri, will be watching you closely~"
