Master Bao was, after all, an old hand who had once roamed the world. Though honest and dutiful by nature, he understood human affairs and had tasted both warmth and coldness.
He knew Han Wo was only wasting this money to look after him. How could he accept it with an easy conscience?
But Han Wo insisted, and in the end, Master Bao could not dissuade him. He could only close his stall as Han Wo asked and go home to rest.
Han Wo watched his trembling figure depart, hefted the "clod of dirt" in his hand, and smiled bitterly to himself.
He truly did not think much of the thing. Ultimately, it was an unidentified curiosity meant for wealthy young people or natural-born gamblers to try their luck with. He did not believe his luck would truly defy the heavens and let him gain anything from it.
Ten pieces of spirit jade, neither more nor less, amounted to nearly a month's essential expenses for a seven-turn cultivator. Sustaining one mid-grade spirit creature, along with the spirit qi needed for his own cultivation, cost close to that sum.
After returning home, Han Wo casually tossed the "clod of dirt" aside in his quarters and continued working for quite some time. Only when he finally had some leisure did he return and examine it with a little curiosity.
According to Master Bao, he had seen seven-colored light shining ahead of him in the woods yesterday. Curious, he had gone to investigate and found this object.
Yet however Han Wo looked at it, it resembled a scorched lump of iron and stone.
He could even see that one corner seemed to have been broken off by a tremendous impact, leaving an obvious crack.
Han Wo closed the doors and windows. Indeed, a