"You're telling me I owe you fifty-one Inquiry Stones?"
Su Xiaoxiao's face turned pale, and he looked like he was about to collapse.
The Celestial Chasm stretched a thousand miles, and he managed to slice westward thrice, crossing three thousand miles in mere moments.
His already depleted body was nearly dried up; if there were any Spiritual Power left, there wouldn't be even a drop.
He thought this was the hardest moment of his life, but didn't expect things to get even worse, facing such a tremendous debt!
"Don't tell me your lives aren't worth this amount."
Han Yu suddenly widened his eyes, thinking the other party might try to weasel out of it.
He initially wanted to mention how Su Xiaoxiao's gambling-addicted master lost two hundred and fifty stones without batting an eye; now it's down to fifty-one stones, and reneging at this point would be pointless.
