chapter 1349 Gambling on stones

Across the table sat a cultivator as thin as a rail. He appeared to be around sixty years old, with a face full of white whiskers and wrinkles. "Pirro, wasn't your last loss miserable enough? Not only did you lose all your Green Stones, but also three lives," he remarked. With a clatter, Pirro spilled all forty Green Stones onto the table. "Gucci, I'll gamble with you one last time. If I lose, I'll disappear from Kuangsha City, and my Green Stone mine will be yours," Pirro proposed. The cultivator's...