In the next few rounds of stone gambling, Ye Fan faced repeated defeats. Either the chosen stones yielded nothing, or they produced low-grade spirit stones full of impurities.
Soon, the hundreds of pounds of spirit stones he brought had been squandered away, while Wei Xuantong was so pleased that he couldn't close his mouth. In just half a day's time, he had won hundreds of pounds of spirit stones—a considerable fortune indeed!
"Young man, take it easy. This trade is quite mysterious, relying heavily on fate and luck. Your luck is clearly not good right now. If you continue, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this gambling stone workshop!"
"Yes, it's better to stop now, especially since you don't have any spirit stones left to gamble with."
Several elderly individuals advised Ye Fan and his companions to quit early. Even though they lost so many spirit stones, it was better to consider it as spending money to learn a lesson rather than risking their lives and belongings.
