Pot Black stomach churned.
Damn it! This brat actually pulled it off!
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to reach out and snatch a pill for himself.
The wager.
50,000 taels of gold!
That wasn't a small amount, No! it was his entire fortune.
As a Level 4 Formation Master, he wasn't poor, but that much gold represented years of careful investments and strategic saving.
Losing it all in a single moment…
Unacceptable!
He had to find a flaw.
His hand shot out. "I need to check these pills!"
Ace raised an eyebrow, but he didn't stop him.
Pot Black walked down the podium and snatched a pill, his movements quick, almost desperate.
He turned it over, squinting hard, searching for any possible flaws, an imperfection, a crack, something he could use to discredit Ace's victory.
The students began to whisper among themselves.
"What is Elder Pot Black doing?"
