However, at this moment, his immortal-like face gradually became pale and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His body's breath seemed unstable, but he held on until he had stretched out his hand and tipped out the few copper coins from within the black turtle shell. As they spilled out onto the table, a mouthful of blood also spurted out.
"Puff!"
His body trembled fiercely and he nearly fell. He held the tabletop with both hands and looked steadily at the copper coins stained with blood on the tabletop. His eyes widened in disbelief and shock…
As soon as they sky turned dark, Leng Shuang and Leng Hua invited everyone into the front main hall. Tonight, Xuanyuan Mo Ze had organised a banquet to entertain Old Patriarch Feng and the others' arrival.
