Qin Lie smelled the burnt aroma of dragon's breath rice wafting from the other party's sleeves - this was a special spiritual plant provided by Xuanxiao Pavilion and could not be obtained by ordinary merchants. He grinned, revealing two tiger teeth, but his fingertips were quietly rubbing the dark lines of the dice. Those swimming golden threads outlined the vortex of spiritual energy that collapsed in the boss's Dantian on his retina, like a ball of moldy cotton wool.
