Ye Ranxing held the Storage Bag in her hands.
Though it was a spatial item with no actual weight,
as she tossed it up again and again to gauge its heft, it somehow took on a strange sense of weight.
Two hundred spirit stones might not amount to much in the world of the prodigies. They were even a little too few—less than the pocket money they'd casually spend.
But in Ye Xiaoyao's world, two hundred spirit stones were far too many.
Behind those spirit stones lay her countless struggles against fate.
There weren't many spirit stones, but they carried the heavy weight of fate.
Ye Ranxing kept tossing the Storage Bag, her eyes fixed on claiming victory.
She rarely walked on the ground, usually flying through the sky on her wings.
She loved staying in places where negative emotions gathered.
It gave her a strange sense of belonging.
A quarter of an hour later.
As the bald man laughed heartily, Ye Ranxing stared at the three ones in the dice cup. Her little face had turned strangely pale, and she looked a little dazed, as if she hadn't quite processed what had happened.
"Did you cheat?"
Ye Ranxing glared furiously at the bald man.
She might be young, but she wasn't a fool who'd let someone set her up again and again with tricks.
But the bald man's friendly expression vanished, and his face turned cold. "You have to accept the result of a bet. You were the one who put down the stakes, weren't you? And you were the only one who guessed high or low, weren't you? Now the result's out. You can only accept it."
"What, are you going to cause trouble? This is Heavenly Sword Peak, not a place where you can run wild."
"Go