One was a newcomer who had only just made his debut; the other was a powerhouse who had been famous for a long time.
Once betting opened on a fight between these two, the odds were easy to imagine.
If he won the bet, he would become filthy rich overnight, without a moment's hesitation.
If he lost, he would lose everything.
At that moment, Wang Fugui made up his mind.
This rotten life of mine—just go for it. Lose, then lose.
Meanwhile, Liu Qingqing respectfully led Ye Lin into a great hall.
"Senior, you only need to rest here for the next five hours. I will arrange the rest."
"If you need anything, Senior, please feel free to let me know."
Liu Qingqing respectfully bowed to Ye Lin before turning and leaving, leaving Ye Lin alone to sit cross-legged within the hall.
A moment later, Ye Lin slowly closed his eyes and began regulating his breath.
All he needed to do now was wait.
Wait quietly...
Time trickled by bit by bit, while Wang Fugui stood guard beside Ye Lin without moving.
He had already placed his bet—four million Supreme Immortal Stones, on Senior winning.
He had left himself no way out at all.
If he won, he would become rich overnight and live a life free of worries over food and clothing from then on. He could hire a few Golden Immortals as bodyguards and do whatever he wanted.
If he lost, he would be cast straight into the Abyss. He would no longer have the qualifications to keep scraping by here.
He could only find some small world, establish a sect, and proclaim himself patriarch and ancestor.
To Ye Lin, five hours were no more than the flick of a finger.
"Senior, the challenge is about to begin.