But just then, Sun Yixie picked up the last tile from the mountain of tiles.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" As Sun Yixie shouted these words, the musicians outside seemed to have received some signal and immediately started playing the background music with pipa and suona...
"Please watch!" Sun Yixie shouted while pushing his hand of tiles forward and lifting the last concealed tile high, "Self-drawn three wan! Fishing for the moon in the sea!"
Slap—
When he smacked the tile onto the table, it felt as though he had smacked it right into Murong Ji's chest, giving him the sensation of a sudden heart stop.
And the tile that was ultimately revealed, just as he had said, was indeed the three wan, truly fishing for the moon in the sea.
"Hahahaha!" Sun Yixie began to laugh uproariously.
"Wait a second!" But just a second later, Liu Ming cut in with a grave voice, "Mr. Sun... could you please hand over that bowl beside you for me to inspect?"
