Joshua had not touched Mahjong in nearly three years, but he remembered the rules of every variation clearly.
This game was another ancient one with a slight learning curve. When Joshua first explained the rules, at least half the people in the room had been completely baffled.
As a result, the only ones able to sit at the same table and play against Joshua were Herolia, Madam Si... and Gray Robe, whose mastery of Go had already reached great heights.
Twenty minutes had passed since everyone entered the room where Purple-robed One taught. Joshua spent the first ten explaining Mahjong's rules, while the next ten were spent playing.
When it was Joshua's turn, he reached out and drew a Nine Wan. After glancing at his concealed hand, he directly discarded it.
The moment Herolia saw Joshua's discarded tile, she reached out and took the Nine Wan like a hunter who had watched her prey for a long time.
"Does this count as what you called winning?" Herolia placed her concealed hand face-up on the table.
"It does... and it's also Pure One Suit."
Joshua once again realized just how frightening this Saintess's ability to understand things was. Herolia was like a Goddess of Order with maxed-out emotional intelligence.
While Gray Robe and Madam Si were still feeling their way through the game, she had already figured out how to "win more."
"Good thing we didn't bet anything strange this round."
Joshua pushed over his concealed hand and mixed it into the tiles on the table, signaling the end of the round.
"Joshua, what is the difference between Pure One Suit and other winning hands..." Gray Robe showed an extraordinary interest in this game. For an old man like him, Mahjong was even more appealing than Go.
"Winning is the way