Misty Rain Tower

In front of the court, Li Ziye broke the gambling game of the Divine Temple, with only the final question left.

The courtiers were all watching, with a mix of anticipation and nervousness in their expressions.

This was the final question, and if answered correctly, Great Shang would win the gambling game.

If not, all previous efforts would be in vain.@@novelbin@@

The young master of the Li Family couldn't afford to lose!

The courtiers looked at the young man in front of them, their eyes filled with encouragement and expectation.

Unprecedentedly, a young man carried the hopes of everyone.

At this moment, he was like lightning, like light, like the only myth.

On the stone steps, Li Ziye felt the expectant gazes of the courtiers and immediately gave a reassuring look.

It meant that a small fry like the Divine Temple could be defeated by him at any moment.

Receiving a response, the courtiers all showed friendly smiles, feeling slightly relieved.

On the side of the Divine Temple, Yan Xiaoyu and others saw the meaningful glances between Li Ziye and the courtiers of Great Shang, and they were gnashing their teeth in anger, but there was nothing they could do.

"Divine Child, we won't lose, will we?" A Divine Temple messenger stepped forward and asked in a serious tone.

"No, we won't," Yan Xiaoyu said in a deep voice. The Divine Temple would never lose.