A rough, black-spotted hand reached across the table and took the three stacked skull Ghost Currencies.

The old woman held them in her hand, gently rubbing them, the sound of metal friction echoing in the somewhat stuffy room.

She looked at Qin Nuo, whose entire demeanor screamed frustration, sighed, and spoke helplessly, "Young man, let's stop here."

"Consider it a lesson on how to rationally control your emotions."