The Celestial Sea King's face flushed crimson. He was a sixth-grade Array Master, a man to whom even other Kings had to show respect. How could I possibly become someone else's servant? But he had indeed made a bet with Young Master Lin in public, and he had lost. Should I fulfill my promise? His expression was utterly foul.
Young Master Lin sneered, "So this is a sixth-grade Array Master? Turns out you're just an untrustworthy clown."
"You!" The Celestial Sea King trembled with anger. "A King's word is his bond. I will honor our agreement."
With that, he walked over to Young Master Lin, bowed respectfully, and said, "Greetings, Master."
The onlookers were dumbstruck. Even the Valley Master was utterly shocked, never having expected the Celestial Sea King to actually consent to servitude. It was unbelievable. Who would have thought that a lofty sixth-grade Array Master would bow his head to a mere Grandmaster? If word of this got out, the entire world would go mad.
