The Gambling Saint's Dragon-Riding Son-in-Law!

Undying City.

At the heart of the city stood a courtyard whose architectural style resembled a palace.

This courtyard spanned ten million li in every direction, with purple walls, jade tiles, carved railings, and painted beams. It gleamed with luxury and grandeur, imposing beyond compare.

Above the main gate hung a plaque made of otherworldly mystical jade wrapped in gold, radiating an awe-inspiring and majestic presence.

Upon the plaque, the three words "Gambling Saint Manor" had been written in soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes, directly revealing the identity of the courtyard's master.

The Gambling Saint, Zhai Qingtian!

At this moment, in the front courtyard's main hall, Zhai Qingtian, dressed in a purple-gold robe, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

His sword-like brows were tightly furrowed, and his gaze faintly carried anger and anxiety.

Such an expression filled the hall with a stifling atmosphere.

Several household servants stood with their heads lowered at one side of the hall, not daring to raise their eyes at Zhai Qingtian.

They did not even dare breathe too loudly, afraid of disturbing this hot-tempered Gambling Saint.

"Why has Hongjiang been gone so long without returning? Could it be that he failed to catch her?"

Zhai Qingtian had already paced back and forth over a thousand times, and the impatience in his eyes grew increasingly intense.

Just then, a rough voice came from the entrance.

"Master, the young miss has been brought back!"

Zhai Qingtian hurriedly turned around and saw Wu Hongjiang and the others escorting Zhai Xishan swiftly toward the main hall.

"She's finally back!" Zhai Qingtian's expression brightened, but then his face darkened. With anger in his eyes, he watched Zhai Xishan walk up before him.

"Father, let me go! Let me find Yifeng!" Zhai Xishan's eyes had long been