"I'll bet on that tree again, this time I'll go first."
All around the mountain stream, the lush forest no longer had its vibrant colors. What was once a beautiful landscape was now like it had been gnawed by dogs, stacked high with countless fallen leaves.
Especially when looking at the vast expanse of bald forest, it was simply unbearable to look at.
Yet the two culprits remained unaware and continued their betting.
Han Yu awkwardly wiped nonexistent cold sweat from his brow; he had overplayed again...
Initially, the plan was just to win him a hundred and eighty Enlightenment Stones, but now that goal had long been surpassed.
Just now, during the old Taoist's two hundredth round of gambling, when the two hundredth tree was stripped bare, the stakes jumped to the two hundred mark.
If they kept betting, Han Yu was genuinely worried about whether the other could afford it.
