Approaching the large pile of gambling stones, Ye Ling touched his chin as if he were carefully examining them.
In fact, nobody knew that Ye Ling didn't need to look at all; he could sense the quality from the density of the Spiritual Energy.
He was merely pretending for now.
In contrast, Gao Ning's previously calm demeanor had completely vanished, and sweat had started to form on his forehead as he searched meticulously.
However, after a full half an hour had passed, Gao Ning hadn't made a selection.
Ye Ling let out a cold snort, guessing Gao Ning's thoughts, and headed towards a particular raw stone.
"I'll take this one!"
Just at that moment, Gao Ning suddenly ran over, yelling before he even got close.
Ye Ling's palm was about to touch the raw stone, and he looked like he was about to speak.
"Mr. Gao, that's not very honest of you, is it? Clearly, I was about to choose this one first," Ye Ling said, frowning.
