Zheng Chuan glanced at the arena with a sardonic smile and said, "Yes, he won the face for White Tiger Hall, naturally, his prestige rises above ours."
"What does it matter that we've worked our tails off for White Tiger Hall for over a decade, it can't compare to his single bet!"
Feng Xuan looked at Zheng Chuan and said, "Second Brother, you seem to hold some resentment, huh?"
"Resentment, heh, what resentment would I have? White Tiger Hall has nothing to do with me. You're the eldest; you're the one who will inherit White Tiger Hall."
"Heh, but adoptive father prefers you, doesn't he?"
Feng Xuan looked at Zheng Chuan, who said, "Prefer me? He prefers you."
The two exchanged glances, then simultaneously fell silent and turned their gaze to the arena. But from now on, it's very likely that he will favor Fifth Brother even more since in this bet, Fifth Brother pulled White Tiger Hall back from the brink of death and death.
It's as if he has rebuilt White Tiger Hall.
