Ding Wei was quite surprised. Suspecting he had misread them, he leaned forward from his upright seat and craned his neck to scan the destinations written on the slips back and forth twice more. No mistake—every one of the twenty-eight slips pointed to a money house, without a single exception.
He looked at the slips on the table, then at the people seated below, repeating this several times. Ding Wei's expression grew somewhat strange.
The members of the various sects sensed that something was off in Ding Wei's reaction.
After sitting back upright, Ding Wei spoke. "This is the outcome you decided by drawing lots? Did I read it wrong? Huang Ban, come take a look."
Huang Ban, who had been standing by with his hands folded, turned at those words. He walked to the table and lowered his head to inspect the destinations marked on the slips. At first glance, he froze. Then his eyes swept back and forth over them. After repeatedly confirming it, he turned and glanced at the crowd before asking despite himself, "This is what you decided by drawing lots?"
Hong Gaitian answered, "That's right!"
Huang Ban turned to face the crowd and pointed at the row of slips on the table. "You really have nothing better to do. Was there even any need to draw lots like this? What kind of trick are you playing?"
Ding Wei raised a hand and waved to the side, signaling him to withdraw. Huang Ban gave a slight bow and stepped back to one side.
Ding Wei stared at the slips on the table, while those seated below carefully watched his reaction.
After quite a while, Ding Wei slowly said, "Money houses! It seems everyone is rather interested in money houses. Fair enough—nearly all the wealth under heaven