Silence had already enveloped the surroundings, too many surprises, too much astonishnt, had numbed even the onlooking gamblers, leaving shock as the predominant emotion.
Many among them were regulars at the Stone Tasting Conference. Though they hailed from all corners of the land, dissipating their fortunes with nothing to return ho with was a fate they all shared. If they had even one-tenth the luck of Han Yan, they would have made their fortune instead of losing their wealth and damaging their families as they had done.
At that mont, apart from shock, all that was left was their envy of Han Yan. To possess such luck, one that could take several lifetis to cultivate!
Yuan Tianbo, on the other hand, had already turned ashen-faced.
"Impossible, impossible!" Yuan Tianbo clenched his fists, shaking all over.
Washing Cloud Sand, Danqing Stone, Illusion Jade... Even though the grades of teorite gold produced were decreasing, they were all genuine teorite gold, all within the terms of the bet. It felt like a dream, a terrible nightmare.
Who could have imagined, teorite gold ore that’s hard to co by, to be won repeatedly by Han Yan!
It’s over, this ti it’s genuinely over! Staring at the wager in Han Yan’s hands, Yuan Tianbo truly wished he could slit his own throat and wake from this nightmare.
"There’s one more round left, I bet his luck has run out; the grade of teorite gold is going down, with the Illusion Stone being the lowest. Lower than that, and it’s nothing but useless stone," Yao Guangcheng said, trying to comfort the almost fainting Yuan Tianbo.
Yuan Tianbo’s eyes lit up. Right, although Han Yan kept winning, the quality of the teorite gold was indeed dropping, her luck seemingly declining. Following this trend, the last bet could only yield a useless stone.
There was still hope, he still had a shot!
Han Yan had noticed this too and paused.
Although she initially started with a casual mindset, losing a few boxes was inconsequential, but with a win in this last round, she could seize the teorite Gold Mine from the Yuan Family, eliminating the greatest threat to the Mu Family, and she herself could make a fortune. Thus, Han Yan’s composure was no longer steady.
"Hurry up, hurry up. I don’t have the ti to dawdle with you," Yuan Tianbo, fearing Han Yan’s luck might turn if she delayed too long, urged her with impatience.
"What’s the rush? Annoyed that the deed’s burning a hole in your hand, eager to give it away?" retorted Han Yan testily.
"Hmph, even if I wanted to give it away, you’d need to be worthy to take it. Your luck is already fading; even the lowest grade of teorite gold like Illusion Jade has appeared. What else could you possibly win next round besides useless stone?" Yuan Tianbo taunted sharply.
Han Yan furrowed her brow. She had never been a believer in the concept of fortune, finding it too abstract, too elusive. Yet, what was happening to her was forcing her to reconsider.
Yuan Tianbo was not wrong; her luck wasn’t as good as it was at the start. Though she had won teorite gold with each bet, its grade had diminished, and the last gamble could indeed yield only useless stone.
Anyone would be reluctant to watch a sure thing slip away. Lady Mu was human, not a deity, and couldn’t avoid such feelings. Looking at the mountain of raw stone in front of her, she truly didn’t know which to choose.
"Hahaha, Han Yan, so you can feel uncertain too, eh? Make your choice, or bow out gracefully," seeing Han Yan’s hesitation, Yuan Tianbo, thinking she was concerned about the ultimate ownership of the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, continued to goad her.
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