I Am the King of Stone Gambling

Wang Meng was just the most inconspicuous stone porter on the streets of Ruili, until one morning, the stone in his palm suddenly began to beat like a heart.

A priceless piece of imperial green jade turned out to be blood jade when cut open.

In the pupils of a thousand-year-old Buddha statue lay a lost art of jade refinement.

And then there was the woman in a cheongsam who always appeared on nights of the full moon. Inside her jade bangle was a soul entangled with Wang Meng across past and present lives.

Gambling on stones is gambling with your life. Appraising treasures is appraising the heart.

When Wang Meng discovered that his fingertips could touch the memories sealed inside jade, he was drawn into a conflict in the world of jade that had spanned a thousand years.

Some used jade to prolong their lives, some used it to set up formations, and a jade-green pattern was slowly emerging in his palm...

"There is no worthless stone in this world, only souls that have yet to be awakened."