Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The group could still hear the howl of the sandstorm, like the sound of someone crying through the thick sand barrier. No one could tell how long it was going to last.
"Mo Fan, are you out of your mind, to actually bring playing cards along? We have lost our way in the desert, and Nanyu is missing too. We are now trapped under the sand, and you still have the mood to play?" Jiang Yu said seriously to Mo Fan.
"So you're sure you aren't going to follow further?" Mo Fan asked.
"Yes," Jiang Yu nodded seriously, "I'm not following, your hand is surely bigger than mine."
Jiang Yu folded his hand. Although his heart was aching for throwing a high-quality Soul Seed Piece away, Mo Fan had actually raised the bet by half a Soul-grade Seed. If Jiang Yu followed, he would lose even more.