Nalan Qing had thought it was over, but his expression grew ever grimmer and uglier, the hatred in his heart raging like a flood.
And when he saw the little after-dinner dessert Ye Qiu brought out and clearly sensed the mysteries within it, his hate-filled heart exploded on the spot.
You fucking call this a little after-dinner dessert?
In contrast, everyone else was treated to one surprise after another, until they were so excited that steam practically rose from their heads.
Ye Qiu took out some black stones. They looked utterly unremarkable, but a careful examination revealed that their unique essence was abundant enough to inspire terror.
This was not essence in the ordinary sense, either. Yin and Yang flowed together within it.
Unique, mysterious, terrifying.
"Just some Yin-Yang Stone. Each piece barely compares to a small stalk of Yin-Yang Grass."
Ye Qiu's smile was simple and genuine.
And almost the instant his words fell, everyone present sucked in a great breath of cold air.
Everyone-Nalan Xiu, the Sword Academy disciples, the Star Pavilion disciples, and the rest-all gasped.
In the end, even Nalan Qing clenched his fists and gasped uncontrollably.
Yin-Yang Stone!
Comparable to Yin-Yang Grass!
In the Western Ridge, only the Yin-Yang Great Sect possessed Yin-Yang Grass.
And it was one of the Yin-Yang Great Sect's supreme treasures.
Incomparably precious.
Countless people had sought it, only to find the door slammed in their faces. Even an astronomical price could not buy a single leaf.
Ye Qiu was handing out a piece to everyone?
Fuck, where did you get this stuff?
Never mind where it came from. Nalan Qing certainly would not get so much as a speck.
Everyone else eagerly began absorbing it again.
They also realized that Ye Qiu had a remarkable sense of rhythm.
First, he