Qingwu chose this piece of unremarkable rough stone.
It was just a piece lying on the ground that Geng Ling hadn't picked, looking inconspicuous.
Geng Ling let out a sigh of relief and sneered.
"I thought you chose something good, but according to Ms. Shen, this rough stone isn't impressive either."
It was all the ones he hadn't selected earlier.
Qingwu gently wiped the rough stone in her hand, weighing it lightly.
"If you can't get something good, it's your trash. If I get something good, it's my good luck."
Geng Ling still wanted to rely on the title of Gambling Stone King to bluff and deceive others, but seeing Qingwu's amateur demeanor, he suddenly concocted a plan.
Before taking the stage, he had studied all the rough stones, ensuring this stone had nothing good inside, and it was unlikely to even yield a Furong Species.
"If Ms. Shen can't get something from it, she'll have to apologize to me!"