After this incident, Gu Duyun finally recognized his place, and Feng Wuzong beside him did as well.
They were nothing.
They had merely been pulled in to make up the numbers.
It was not because of anything Yi Feng had done that Bewitching Fairy treated him differently. Rather, Yi Feng himself had caught her interest.
After that minor interlude.
The four of them finally began to play mahjong.
For some reason, these cultivators who were normally so formidable at cultivation were utterly terrible at mahjong, including the captain of this Number Eight Line.
Mahjong had completely become Yi Feng's personal show.
It was not that these cultivators were stupid. It was simply that, to most cultivators, mahjong was merely entertainment. Winning or losing a few Immortal Crystals meant nothing to them, so they only played for fun and never put thought into studying how to play well.
How could they compare to Yi Feng, who played solely to make money...
What Yi Feng did not expect was that his mahjong skills would utterly astonish the woman as well.
Especially when Yi Feng drew tiles—he did not even need to look. A mere rub with his thumb told him what tile it was. That skill left her utterly stunned.
"These mahjong tiles are all made of special materials, so cheating is impossible."
"And this kind of skill—I have only seen it on the Great Steward during Linglong Pavilion's annual meeting..."
"The Great Steward loves card games, but often complains that the people around him are too lousy. If I brought this kid to the Great Steward, perhaps the Great Steward would like him very much."
As the woman thought this, her curiosity toward Yi Feng deepened even further.
To her now, whether Yi Feng had cheated was no longer important.
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