"Looks like you still remember."
Vein Weber sneered, "If it weren't for you, given my nephew's talent, entering the Sect would have been a simple matter... But because of you, he's destined to never be part of the Moon Radiance Sect in this life."
"Steward Weber, rather than resenting me here, why don't you ask your nephew why he couldn't even defeat me."
Wyatt Barnes glanced at Vein Weber indifferently and could not be bothered to pay him any more attention.
His attention was on the crystal card in his hand.
The merit points on the crystal card were nearly 2.1 million, with a hundred thousand of them being his own and the rest being from bets he had accepted.
"With the 'capital' in my hands, I can still accept another million merit points in bets."
Wyatt mumbled to himself, while his gaze swept over the group of outer sect stewards and elders, thinking to himself, "They sure are holding their composure well."
