"Master, there's an empty spot over there. Let's sit down!"
Luo Bingyao tugged at He Pingsheng.
The two passed through the bustling hall and found an empty spot to sit down.
Whispers filled the hall, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter.
They had only just sat down when a woman in a pink Daoist robe approached and poured Spirit Tea for He Pingsheng and Luo Bingyao with a smile.
He Pingsheng took a sip.
The Spirit Tea was just ordinary Spirit Tea, nothing special.
He set down his teacup and turned his gaze toward the slightly plump proprietor behind the counter in the very center.
The proprietor was smiling as he conducted transactions with all sorts of visitors.
With every transaction, the four-sided light screen above his head flickered, and each flicker brought a change to one of the odds displayed on it.
Only then did He Pingsheng's gaze fall on those odds.
There were very few people listed, just seven in total.
First:
Li Ziwan, odds of 1 to 1.1.
Second:
He Pingsheng, odds of 1 to 1.2!
Pfft...
He Pingsheng spat out a mouthful of fragrant tea.
Fuck...
What the bloody hell!
Me?
He Pingsheng?
My name is actually up there?
Wait... this...
He Pingsheng gaped, unable to comprehend it!
What did it mean that my name had appeared in this gambling house?
It meant they knew me very well.
Not only did the gambling house know me very well, but ordinary immortals must know me very well too.
If they didn't, who the fuck would bet on me to win?
But the question was... how did they know?
He Pingsheng put his mind to work, frowning in thought.
First of all, ever since arriving at Li Mu Enclosure, he had hardly shown his face outside, and he