Night had only just fallen, yet Changle Gambling House was already ablaze with lights and roaring with voices!
Dongwu Stockade had barely over ten thousand residents, yet there were more than a dozen gambling houses and courtesan halls within the stockade. Changle Gambling House was quite renowned among them, with an endless stream of gamblers coming every day to try their luck.
This gambling house was a business run by the Three Rivers Society!
In the spacious hall, several hundred gamblers crowded around a dozen or so tables.
Some were tense, some expectant, some dejected, some frustrated, and some wildly ecstatic.
Their expressions varied, yet it was as if all their Divine Souls had been hooked away by the tiny dice on the tables.
Whenever the dealer lifted the dice cup, different sounds erupted from the crowd—sighs, curses, and booming laughter!
The myriad faces of life seemed condensed here.
The doors of the gambling house were pushed open once more, and a young cultivator strode inside.
Everyone who saw him had their eyes light up.
The newcomer was exceptionally handsome, with red lips, white teeth, and fine features, as well as an unruly, carefree air about him.
Among Rogue Cultivators who lived from one day to the next, there were truly few such dashing figures!
Several idle Rogue Cultivators seated in a corner exchanged glances, then rose and approached the young cultivator.
The young cultivator halted and raised a brow.
But he said nothing.
One Rogue Cultivator eagerly greeted him. "Young master, is this your first time at Changle Gambling House?"
He had spent years frequenting gambling houses and had seen countless gamblers.
Yet the man before him was completely unfamiliar.
But judging from his attire and the aura he gave off, he was clearly not some poor bastard Rogue