If Jiang Changyue had truly been his friend, Jiang Changkong definitely would not have gambled.
But Jiang Changyue was his alt—himself.
Now that someone was offering Star Stones, there was no reason not to take them.
The stone house was still some distance from the area where late-stage Star Spirit Star Demons roamed.
Even if a Star Demon really came, with his terrifying five senses, he could flee in advance without any problem.
Heng Yongxing did not rush to make a move, since he still had people to invite.
Jiang Changkong also put on an act and went out for a while. When he returned, he was disheveled and dusty, with a trace of chilly energy clinging to him.
"What happened to you?"
Heng Yongxing and the others stared in astonishment. Seeing how bedraggled he looked, they wanted to laugh but did not dare.
"Nothing. I just took a tumble and fell into the Lunar Cold Pool."
Jiang Changkong spoke calmly as Scorching Sun Star Power circulated through him, dispersing the cold yin energy.
"Heh, you got beaten up, didn't you?" Li Changtian wore a look of undisguised glee.
"What the hell does that have to do with you?" Jiang Changkong said irritably.
But to them, his appearance was clearly a case of trying to cover up the truth.
He had definitely been beaten up. Served him right for not cherishing what he had and daring to gamble with Moon Laurel Leaves.
"Did you fail?" Heng Yongxing asked, somewhat disappointed.
It seemed Jiang Changyue was still rational. Trying to win Moon Laurel Leaves through a wager was not going to work.
"How could I?"
Jiang Changkong snorted. A Lunar Longblade appeared in his hand, its hilt adorned with Moon Laurel Leaves. "He gave me a blade first. If you win,