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Ever since Su Qingqing's stone started to reveal its potential with the first cut, Zhou Zhen's expression had turned incredibly ugly. Now, seeing that the rough brick material actually contained the rare High-Ice-Type Red Fei, his face completely darkened.
"How about it, Zhou Zhen, you said women can't gamble on stones, are you satisfied with the outcome now?" Su Qingqing looked at Zhou Zhen triumphantly, tilting her chin and asking, "What was our bet again?"
Zhou Zhen's complexion fluctuated between shades of green and white, unable to hide how spectacularly distressed he was.
After a moment of silence, he grimly nodded towards the master next to him.
The older master hesitated, a flash of anger in his eyes, but ultimately he didn't say much and passed the rough stone he held to Su Qingqing.