The underground gambling hall was flourishing due to the recent influx of geniuses at the capital. Each had great backing behind them so they had plenty of money.

Many came to bet. Even big shots would show up sometimes with enough spirit stones to make others gasp.

This place naturally had a powerful force behind it too. This remained a mystery but many guessed that it was one of the four great clans.

The hall lord was a skinny old man that had lived for more than 600 years. His cultivation was unfathomable with an ethereal body resembling a phantom with long, long hair.

“10,000 spirit stones?” His eyes seemed to have two ghosts there, causing others to be afraid.

“Yes. A youth with a black hat bet 10,000 stones on Feng Ergou.” A fourth-level Heaven’s Mandate old man kneeled on the ground with his head lowered, completely intimidated by this hall lo...