"It seems you wish to bet on this Black Iron Tree stone this time, taking a path others dare not imagine; you're brimming with confidence," Han Ran said, slightly surprised.
"Everyone knows that if you don't gamble on stones to try your luck, it loses its appeal. With luck, comes unexpected joy, and the thrill that excites people," Chen Yuan chuckled softly. "I'm just trying my luck; if I can cut something good, that's what gets people excited."
"In that case, let's hope luck stays with you,"
Han Ran had a certain degree of recognition and maintained respect towards Chen Yuan.
But the other cultivators around who heard Chen Yuan's words couldn't help but look perplexed.
"Wow, he's truly gambling his legs here. Is he joking with his own legs?"
