"Heh-heh, just consider it a loan from me, senior. You can pay me back after you win," the ancestor who had been watching the game said.
"All right." Ting Han nodded.
Even she found it a little laughable. Who could have imagined that, in her eyes, a bag of Low-grade Spirit Stones would be worth more than a Hegemon Grade Dao Weapon?
Anyone else would have found it just as hard to believe.
"Is senior ready? Now that we've added stakes, the three of us will have to take this seriously," the woman in purple palace robes said with a smile, her gaze intent.
These were Low-grade Spirit Stones, top-tier currency rarely seen in high-end establishments. They weren't about to let them slip away easily. After all, each one was worth as much as a top-tier treasure.
"Fine. No need to hold back!"
Ting Han had long since realized the three women hadn't been taking things seriously. The last round had been more of a lesson. Now the real game was beginning.
As the new round of mahjong got underway, a peculiar aura of power emanated from the table, profound and unfathomable. Those with mediocre cultivation couldn't even touch the tiles.
Ting Han discovered that her cultivation was gradually being suppressed to the same level as the three women in purple robes: Quasi-Hegemon Level.
So the mahjong set itself was a supreme treasure. How had she failed to see through it before?
Seeing this, Ting Han didn't resist. She actively suppressed her cultivation.
Ting Han's expression turned serious. The matter of the Witch Ancestor had long since been tossed to the back of her mind.
Then began a game that seemed simple, yet was anything but.
Ting Han and the three women in purple robes were indeed playing mahjong, but