Golden Toad Son and Qi Jinguang stood beside the mining pit, staring fixedly at the enormous colorless crystal below.
Qi Jinguang was transfixed. His mind drifted to the Changchun Association's offer from earlier: even the lowest-grade stone went for 400 netherworld coins per gram.
A Five-colored Stone this big—wouldn't it be worth...
As he was thinking, a cool breeze swept by. Remembering what Golden Toad Son had said earlier, Qi Jinguang's pupils suddenly contracted. He shuddered and snapped back to his senses.
When he looked at the stone below again, his gaze was clear and bright. It no longer affected him at all.
Seeing this, Golden Toad Son couldn't help sighing inwardly.
"That Old Zhang Daoist dared to stake Dragon Tiger Mountain's fortune on this boy. He really did bet on the right horse."
Golden Toad Son's gaze passed over Qi Jinguang's shoulder. It was as if, somewhere beyond sight, the entire fortune of Dragon Tiger Mountain had taken the form of a dragon and a tiger, guarding Qi Jinguang.
What a pity.
He was afraid he wouldn't live to see the day this boy truly grew up.
After a moment of reflection, Golden Toad Son continued strolling along the edge of the mining area with Qi Jinguang.
"Hey!"
A commotion suddenly rose from the crowd below. Qi Jinguang stopped and looked over. Five or six men carrying tools were hurrying toward the same spot.
A gaunt, middle-aged man stood there. When the men suddenly closed in, his face changed. He drew the short blade at his waist. "Get back!!"
The threat did nothing to stop the men. Instead, they rushed closer, their eyes fixed on the mound of earth dug up at the man's feet.
Beneath the mound, a Five-colored Stone about the size of a baby's fist glimmered