Dear Master?

Compared to winning or losing, these people were more eager to witness a miracle being born.

If they ran out of Divine Stones, they could find a way to get more. But they might only have one chance in their entire lives to witness a scene like this.

The pain of losing their Divine Stones was nothing compared to how much worse it felt to have the match called off.

Chen Changan was just as upset.

After spending his whole life hunting eagles, had he finally been pecked in the eye by one?

Five hundred million. This was five hundred million, for crying out loud!

Had he gone from filthy rich to filthy broke in a flash?

"You owe me an explanation."

"Is this how the Carefree Boat does business?"

"My five hundred million Mid-grade Divine Stones died a more miserable death than your second uncle!"

Hearing Chen Changan's words, the staff member looked awkward. What did his second uncle have to do with this?

"Um... my second uncle isn't dead. He's alive and well."

"At the rate you're going, he won't be for long."

"Uh... Mr. Chen, you're now a distinguished customer of the Carefree Boat."

"Our Venerable One would like to meet you. How about coming with me to see him?"

The Venerable One?

At that, Chen Changan furrowed his brow. The Venerable One was probably the owner behind the Carefree Boat, wasn't he?

He wanted to meet Chen Changan?

Had he been captivated by Chen Changan's handsome face and invincible strength?

"If I meet him, can I get my five hundred million Divine Stones back?"

"This... I can't make that decision. Why not ask the Venerable One yourself?"

"Fine, I'll ask him. Five hundred million Mid-grade Divine Stones is no small sum."

"What are you waiting for?