Xuanyin Country, Bingzi Immortal City.
Rays of spiritual light flashed across the grand teleportation array within the city. As the brilliance subsided, over a hundred figures stepped out from the altar, among whom were Yuan Lin and Fan Rongrong.
Is this Bingzi City under the jurisdiction of the spirit lands? It's far more deserted than my Mao City! Fan Rongrong looked around and muttered quietly.
This remark was overheard by a hunchbacked old man who had teleported over from Mao City. He chuckled and said to her, "Little girl, you don't understand. Fellow cultivators of Bingzi City have all rushed to the Wuji Palace, hoping to seize some benefits while the True Lords of the spirit lands break through the mountain gate!"
"Almost everyone rushing here from all over these past few days is playing this game of chance."
"The Wuji Palace has been passed down for over three,000 years, its influence radiating across several neighboring countries. Its owned industries are countless, and just how astonishing must its accumulated heritage be? As for little people like us, we needn't dream of eating meat or drinking soup, but if our luck is good, eating a few mouthfuls of leftover dregs will still outweigh a few years of hard labor!"
"You spent so much in Nanke coins to teleport here—could it be that you merely wanted to come watch the commotion?"
Hearing what the old man said, Fan Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she began to plot a grand plan for getting rich. After a brief moment of thought, she said with a grin, "Senior, you are a Spirit Sea Realm powerhouse, right? My father is Fan Gang, who lives in Seventy-sixth Ward. I wonder if you know him?"
"Fan Gang... Never heard of it! But this old man does have a