Shi Lan's feelings toward Shi Feng were complicated.
During the days when Lingyang had first revived, she had yet to awaken from her great dream, lost in fantasies of turning the clouds and rain with a wave of her hand in another world.
As her bodyguard, Shi Feng had indeed helped her a great deal during the time she had left Tenglong City.
She knew exactly what Shi Feng was thinking now.
Or rather, having once been a man herself, Shi Lan could understand some of his feelings. The tremendous changes that had taken place in her had left him dazed, and even now he still hadn't come to his senses.
Once, she too had had someone in her heart, but in the end he had been like the bright moon in the sky—visible, yet forever beyond her reach.
She knew the taste of longing for something she could never have.
If not for the struggle over fortune, she and Shi Feng might still have become friends.
But alas, the world had no "might have been."
Shi Lan stopped paying attention to the contest and returned to the betting booth run by the house.
The Yunque Immortal Palace disciple facing Shi Feng was no match for him. The outcome was already clear, and whether Shi Feng would end up feuding with the disciple was no concern of hers.
The names and odds on the jade stele behind the bookmaker kept changing.
Perhaps because of her earlier reminder, Shi Lan's name had been added. Her current odds were one to one, and they had remained unchanged for quite some time.
Shi Lan pondered for a moment, then was about to step forward and place a bet when another name suddenly appeared on the board.
"Gao Linyuan..."
The instant those three