After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Lu Ye had already lost thirty rounds in a row.
It would be a ghostly miracle if he could win. The Dice Cup in Liu Sanbao's hand was clearly a Spiritual Artifact; whether the result was high or low rested entirely on a single thought from him.
Listening closely, Lu Ye heard the commotion outside gradually die down. Feeling that the time was about right, he rose and said, "My skills are inferior. I concede defeat."
He turned and headed outside.
Liu Sanbao merely stood where he was, smiling at him pleasantly.
Lu Ye came to the door and peered outside through the crack. The street was utterly deserted, without a single soul in sight. He raised his hand to open the door, but it would not budge. There was no lock on it, yet some invisible force seemed to have imprisoned the door.
Spiritual Power surged into his eyes, and the Insight Spirit Pattern swiftly took shape.
Under the Insight Spirit Pattern's enhancement, Lu Ye immediately saw that the entire room was shrouded in a Formation, turning the whole house into an airtight whole. If he wanted to leave, he would first have to break the Formation.
Sure enough, things were not that simple.
He looked around, intending to try breaking the Formation here. After studying the Spirit Pattern Path with Madam Yun for so long, he had gained some understanding of how to break Formations.
The Formation here was not particularly complicated. Given enough time, he should be able to break it.
But he could not afford to be disturbed, and Liu Sanbao would definitely not let him break the Formation in peace.
He slowly walked back and stopped before the gambling table. His fingers stroked the saber