The ten tokens fell into a jade bowl, where they bounced about like pearls before finally calming down. The old man glanced at the tokens while calculating with his fingers.

Just as the tokens came into clear view, his entire body trembled and an expression of terror filled his face. The man got up to flee but fell down with a muffled groan, his face pale as he sprayed blood all over the jade bowl and tokens.

The first mouthful of blood made way for waves of hemorrhage that couldn’t be stopped. He tried to cover his mouth in vain as his aura rapidly declined.

The hemp clothed elder didn’t lose hope, however. He struggled up, dipped his finger in the blood, and started writing several big characters on the ground. However, his trembling hands could only produce blurry distortions before he collapsed, never to move again.

The attendant outside the door called out several times. Hearing no response, he knocked again hesitantly. He became rather concerned about the lack of reaction, so after some hesitation, he pushed the door open. The screaming man fell on his butt and, soon afterward,...