After verifying the tokens of several individuals, two Cultivators ushered the group of four into the water curtain.
As they passed by the Cultivator who had lost his Spirit Stones, the young Taoist transmitted a message.
"Being contrarian impoverishes three generations, gambling destroys a lifetime."
The Cultivator who had lost his Spirit Stones: "?????"
While he was pondering what being contrarian meant, Jin Xu and the others had already gone inside.
"That Taoist with the faceless mask seemed to have heard our transmission just now!"
The Cultivator who lost money said to his companion.
"How is that possible, the little Taoist doesn't have a trace of Spiritual Power fluctuations, he's just a mortal."
"Really!"
"Whether it's true or not, hurry up and give me the Spirit Stones, are you trying to welch on the bet?"
The Cultivator who won money just wanted to quickly get his hands on the ten mid-grade Spirit Stones bestowed by heaven.
