Yang Chen went straight to Elder Shan.
Even for Elder Shan now, he was still astonished and dumbfounded by Yang Chen's ability to achieve the final victory.
Thinking of Yang Chen's Daoist Divine Body, Elder Shan originally wanted to show some of his senior's dignity, but he quickly thought of something and said with a kind smile, "Yang Chen, my friend, according to the pre-arranged bet, these 30,000 points are now yours."
Yang Chen nodded and thanked him, "Thank you, Elder Shan."
Elder Shan quickly responded with courtesy.
Nowadays, everyone's attitude had changed. Previously, they were all talking to Zhao Yuanhong, but now everyone was praising Yang Chen.
After all, the fact was right in front of them.
Fortunately, Zhao Yuanhong had passed out. If he knew that the points he had painstakingly gathered and spent had fallen into Yang Chen's pocket so easily, he would probably pass out from anger even if he hadn't already.
