"You're saying your Dragon Blood Stone was stolen?"
Han Yu looked at the utterly unlucky Huangfu Liang and shook his head helplessly.
This guy, in Qingzhou Prefecture, was so lucky that he unearthed the Dragon Blood Stone with one shovel. If he were willing to tell, maybe years later, it could become another inspirational legend in the Cultivator Realm.
But afterwards, his bad luck began. First, he was besieged by four people and robbed, then by eight, and finally even the Four Gentlemen of the Evil Path joined the chaos.
After much difficulty, the stone was divided, and everyone went their separate ways back home.
But alas, he still couldn't guard the stone. It's gone!
Huangfu Liang remained silent, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
It was heart-wrenching to watch, not knowing what on earth was going on.
After a long while, after a few more bowls of murky wine, he exhaled some alcohol and finally began to speak slowly.
