Chapter 232 – 1000-year Gloomy Wood, a streaking man

The voice that deserved a beating was from this fatso.

“Pang Little Master, I had this for 10,000. You can’t expect me to pay and lose my family’s fortune!” The old man with half-white hair pleaded, his wrinkled face looking pained.

The old man held on tightly to a blackish wooden stick. Qing Shui guessed, “Could this charcoal thing be worth 10,000 silver?”

The unnamed tree root in his realm was only worth so much, and its identity was still unknown. The tree root was not entirely visible in the old man’s hands, but it was as thick as an arm. More than half of the stick was in the man’s hands and the remainder of it was less than half of it.

“Old man. I, Pang Little Master, have always gotten what I wanted,” That meaty head of the big fatso Pang Little Master lifted up slightly, but not enough to leave a gap in his short neck.

Qing Shui felt like laughing at his air of arrogance. It would have been something else if it was paired with a proud, handsome, and wealthy chap that had some taste. However, the fatso bearing this attitude was making one sick, for there was no hint of smugness in it.

“Pang Little Master, I’m just an old fellow doing a small business. There isn’t even 10,000 silver in my life savings. This is just an item a friend lent me to...