Su Yu's mouth twitched. After arguing with Su Bin for a while, the old man still insisted on a non-negotiable price of ten low-grade spirit stones, offering no quarter.
Having no choice, Su Yu had to fork over ten low-grade spirit stones and pick out one from the pile of ancient jade boxes buried at the bottom.
He closed his eyes to sense it, before finally taking it away.
After Su Yu left, Su Bin looked at the ten low-grade spirit stones in his hand and mused: "Everything in the world has its own fortunes and cycles of destiny. It's undeniable that some people have strong fortunes while others have poor ones."
"As for the ancient jade boxes, it is just one way of examining one's luck... However, this trade can't result in a loss. I don't have enough capital to pay for it."
Ten low-grade spirit stones barely covered the cost of collecting ancient jade boxes from all around.
Selling ancient jade boxes within the family was not for profit.
He believed in luck and destiny.
