The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Lin Chen and remained silent.
"Bets are placed, no more changes."
"Roll!"
"One, two, two, five – small!"
Lin Chen laughed and turned his head, "Thank you, fellow cultivator, for the guidance."
The middle-aged Taoist said with a smile, "It's only when you win and completely leave the game that you can truly be said to have won. Otherwise, all your gains might just be illusory."
Lin Chen nodded in agreement, "That makes sense."
Lin Chen didn't rush to chat with the Taoist, instead, he gambled seriously, but every time he placed a bet, he followed the middle-aged Taoist, which seemed a bit peculiar.
Following bets in a gambling hall is actually quite common. People often bet with someone who is on a winning streak, or bet against someone who is losing badly. For the average gambler, this is the simplest yet most useful little trick.
Lin Chen followed for five or six rounds, losing some and winning some, but overall he was still ahead.
