For a moment, the vast ruined hall fell into an inexplicable dead silence.
Everyone stared at Jura, their faces filled with anticipation.
At this moment, quite a few people were clearly dissatisfied with Jura's hesitation.
If not for his status and strength, they would likely have stepped forward long ago, picked a clay jar at random, and settled the matter.
At least then they would not have been left hanging in suspense.
"Heh heh, little friend Qin Yu, I never expected my resolve to lose to yours. Since even you, the seller of these jars, aren't worried, what do I, the chosen one, have to worry about?"
Jura came back to his senses and laughed heartily.
"Since even you don't know what is inside these clay jars, and it all depends on one's luck, then I'll take a gamble and see how far I can go in this world."
"I'll take the clay jar on the right. It looks more pleasing to the eye."
The clay jar on the right?
Qin Yu raised a brow and glanced at the jar on the right as well.
If the jar on the left leaned toward an inky black color, then the one on the right was noticeably more earth-yellow.
Its color was also similar to Jura's rock magic.
If Qin Yu remembered correctly, Jura Rakes also had the title of Rock-Iron.
As for whether this clay jar could produce something useful to him, Qin Yu could not be sure.
For now, he could only hope that, under these watchful eyes and in this strained situation, he would finally be able to hold his head high.
"Alright, since you've made your choice, I'll put away the remaining clay jars."
Qin Yu glanced at Hyuga Hanabi.
Hyuga Hanabi, whose nerves had already been stretched