At last, the wandering immortal made up his mind.
As if muttering a warning to himself, he said, "Just one. Only one!"
With that, he suddenly stepped forward.
He arrived before the Scratch Card ticket dispenser.
Using the coin in his hand, he exchanged it for a Scratch Card.
He quietly stared at the palm-sized iron sheet in his hand and fell into thought.
This Scratch Card had three rows, with three scratch spots in each row.
That meant it had a total of nine chances to win.
The odds of winning were undoubtedly quite high. If his luck was good, wouldn't he be able to reveal nine rewards?
At some point, hundreds of other wandering immortals had gathered around him.
These wandering immortals also curiously examined the iron sheet in his hand.
They even egged him on.
"Scratch it! Go on, scratch it! You already exchanged for it. Wouldn't it be a waste not to scratch it?"
Hearing this, the wandering immortal gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and began scratching his Scratch Card.
The first one... Thank You for Your Patronage.
The wandering immortals frowned as they looked at those four large words.
They pondered what those four words meant.
It seemed those words meant he had not won?
Giving up on the matter, the wandering immortal continued scratching.
The result... was still Thank You for Your Patronage.
The third one...
The fourth one...
By the sixth, the result was still that familiar Thank You for Your Patronage.
The wandering immortal's face turned dark with anger.
Yet the wandering immortals beside him grinned broadly and laughed with delight.
A sense of satisfaction even rose within them.
Fortunately, they had not exchanged for Scratch Cards. They had not even exchanged for coins.
After all, that was their own