"I must continue my arduous cultivation and strive to elevate myself," Qin Ming murmured, gazing in the direction where Li Qingyue vanished.
The world outside the mundane realm, far greater than he had imagined, encompassed Pure Lands, Celestial Lands, Yang Lands, and Calamitous Lands. The competition for items near immortality involved the Pure Land sects.
As old friends departed, Qin Ming found himself lost in thought.
At that moment, Qi Daoming stood motionless, just like him, but their emotions were entirely different. City Lord Qi felt as if the sky was falling, for several gambling rings outside were tied to him, and now they had collapsed.
Who bet so ruthlessly? Two crossing dragons had precisely timed their bets for Qin Ming's victory, and he had no idea someone would gamble so boldly.
Gritting his teeth, Qi Daoming ordered, "Payout? You must take the money and run immediately. One of those evil dragons is definitely Meng Xinhai. This time, we might as well flip the table and ruin him!"
A collaborator, face pale with worry, replied, "City Lord, where shall we run? He’s a direct descendant of the Meng family and is terrifyingly skilled. If he catches us..."