Yang Bo suddenly heard a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!,Yang Bo's heart sank. 850,000 was too far away; he had no idea how to reach it. All he could do was pray to the countless gods and Buddhas, hoping they would help him achieve this!,The old beggar held the glass bead in his hand. He'd been holding onto it all along!。