C167 Chapter 167

With a sharp snap, the North Duke clenched his fist, crushing the two gold slips together.

Chu Jiuge saw his wrist shift, followed by a series of cracking sounds...

When the North Duke opened his hand again, a small gold ball sat quietly in his palm.

Chu Jiuge knew gold was soft and could be bent out of shape with just a little force. But if she remembered right