Lin Yimei heard Liu Rushuang agree to it and immediately smiled in satisfaction. “Tomorrow, at the beauty contest, we'll determine our life and death on the results.”

Liu Rushuang stroke her face veil and softly chuckled. “Are you sure you want to bet with me?”

“I'm sure,” said Lin Yimei in determination. Then, she pulled out a piece of paper from her chest and placed it on the table. “If you've made up your mind, then sign this, in case you go back on your word.”

Without hesitation, Liu Rushuang grabbed the brush, ink, and paper. She signed and stamped it.

So did Lin Yimei.

The life and death bet was complete.

After Lin Yimei put the contract away, she left. Just as she reached the ground floor, she heard Jin Yuyao's high-pitched voice.

“There are SOME people who don't watch where they're going. If that wasn't enough, they've got a rotten mouth too! If it wasn't enough for them to have such an ugly face, they've also got a black heart! Those kind of people should be shred to pieces and fed to the dogs! Sixth Junior Brother, wouldn't you agree?”

“Yes, Senior Sister, you're absolutely right! That ugly black-hearted woman should be made into feces and fed to dogs!” Gong Yifei agreed, also giggling as he glared at Lin Yimei.

Lin Yimei noticed the looks of disdain from the Celestial Cultivation Sect. All of a sudden, her body burned with rage and she clenched her hands the hardest she could in an attempt not to charge right up to them. Then, she quickly stepped out of the Drunken Cloud Pavilion.

“Haha…” Jin Yuyao laughed out loud, when she saw the dusty look on Lin Yimei's face. d.a.m.n, that felt good.

All the disciples looked over at the laughing Jin Yuyao and smirked. Junior Sister really knew how to stir up trouble.

Han Moze walked back into the room. When he saw the life and death bet contract on the table, he furrowed his brows and asked, “Why did you agree to it?”

Liu Rushuang removed her face veil and flashed a cold smirk. “Do you believe that Lin Yimei only came because Lin San asked her to?”

Han Moze's eyes slightly quivered and thought about it in more depth. “Judging by Lin Yimei's goodness, she wouldn't dare do something so risky. Someone must be helping her behind the scenes, and that person most probably is Lin San.”

Liu Rushuang grinned. “If it really is Lin San, then that'd be amazing. I've gathered quite some Flames of the Scorching Age, and with you, I believe we can definitely take care of Lin San.”

Han Moze squinted and pulled an evil smile. “Shuang'er, Lin San's afraid of my Pure Yang Energy and your Flames of the Scorching Era, so he definitely wouldn't risk attacking us. He'll definitely find someone to do it for him.”

“Mm, you're right,” replied Liu Rushuang.

In the room, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang discussed how to get rid of Lin San.

Lin San also planned and prepared to crush Han Moze and Liu Rushuang tomorrow.

The following day, the beauty contest finally commenced.

The contest was held in the usual vast s.p.a.ce where large and small contests were held in White Cloud City. All the necessary equipment was laid out.

Liu Rushuang and Han Moze led dozens of shadow guards to the event.

Lian Jiuhua was excited to see the city's citizens and roaming sects of all sizes.

“How lively and grand! The whole journey was worthwhile!”

Liu Rushuang noticed that Han Moze covered his eyes with a gold mask and asked in dissatisfaction, “Why didn't you buy a slightly bigger mask?”

“Perhaps my wife thinks that I don't look good?” Said Han Moze with a sinister smile.

“Ah! Sir, I accidentally b.u.mped into you.” A woman dressed in yellow slipped and accidentally b.u.mped into Han Moze.

Han Moze silently twitched the corner of his lips and waited for the woman to leave.

However, that woman in yellow incidentally slipped again and tightly clutched onto the clothes on Han Moze's chest.

“Sir, I sprained my ankle. Could you please lend me your shoulder to lean on?” She cried painfully.