After everything returned to silence, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, his fingers tapping on the ridge of the sword, his expression joyful.
"You won," he said.
"Yeah." The King of Yellow sighed. "I really envy you for being able to lose so happily."
"So, let's adhere to our bet." He reached out and pulled out a vague ray of light from his heart. The light condensed into a solid, as if it was a fragment peeled off from something, having distinct edges and corners.
It was like a wedge.
It was like a wedge that nailed him in the present world, and after the wedge had been pulled out, his aura became more and more fleeting, almost blending into nothingness. It was difficult to observe and detect him anymore.
Meanwhile, the legacy of the King of Yellow was in front of Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the crystal, then looked at the ex-King of Yellow. "You know, I never wanted your bet. I will not be the King of Yellow with or without it."