After an hour, the audience in Jiyu City had become numb.
Even though they dared not believe that Xie Tian had been cultivating in the seventh cave for an hour, it was an indisputable fact.
So the gamblers who bet that Xie Tian couldn't last an hour were filled with nothing but despair, without the slightest hint of hysteria after losing all they owned.
Yet, this did not alleviate their resentment towards the casino.
"How preposterous..."
"In the previous bets, there were winners and losers, but in these few rounds, the casino has hardly ever spat out any Spirit Stones..."
...
The Croupier was grinning foolishly, his heart full of admiration for his old man, especially after the outcomes at eighty and ninety hours were announced. He almost began to worship his old man like a deity.
"Old but undying, truly cunning indeed..."
As the Croupier sighed, he suddenly noticed that the cursing around him had abruptly ceased. He looked around and realized that everyone was looking up.
