The Tower Spirit lowered her head to look at the three dice, her gaze flickering uncertainly.
In her own dojo, her luck had actually lost to a young man from the Lower Realm.
"You win."
With a Wave Sleeve, the Tower Spirit sent a Storage Ring falling before Qin Guan. "The five thousand Primordial Soul Stones are yours."
"Thank you."
Qin Guan swept the Storage Ring with his divine sense and swiftly put away the five thousand Primordial Soul Stones.
Today, he had truly struck it rich. With a stake of ten Primordial Soul Stones, he had won over nine thousand.
There was probably no faster way to make money in this world. Qin Guan was in high spirits.
"Consider yourself lucky."
The Tower Spirit glanced at Qin Guan, then disappeared from the casino.
Once the Tower Spirit left, the casino hall instantly erupted.
"Just where did this lad come from... He even beat the Tower Spirit."
"A stake of ten Soul Stones turned into nearly ten thousand... This luck is downright wicked!"
"Do you think there's some expert helping him from the shadows?"
"So what if there is? The Tower Spirit personally shook the dice in the last round. Surely no one could have tampered with that, right?"
Discussion rose and fell in waves, and the gazes directed at Qin Guan were filled with both envy and jealousy.
"Chicken Elder, while there are still plenty of people around, shall we keep playing?" At that moment, Qin Guan suddenly turned to the unsettled Chicken Elder and smiled.
The corner of Chicken Elder's mouth twitched violently. "You really don't know when to stop. You turned a stake of ten into nearly ten thousand, and you still want to gamble?"
"Anyway, it was all won money. If I lose it, I lose