Many eyes stared at Lin Xian, who walked slowly towards the rocks. Everyone just shook their heads because a young boy wanted to try his luck playing Stone Gambling.
Lin Xian saw a middle-aged man crushing rocks using his Qi, which meant he was guarding the floor.
"Shit! It's trash!" shouted one of the cultivators with a dark face as he looked at the rock fragments the room manager had just smashed.
"How much do these stones cost?" Lin Xian asked.
"Hmmm?" The manager of the room looked slightly in front of him and found an 18-year-old man with a face similar to that of a 15-year-old who was asking him.
"Young man, this is not a good place for you," said the middle-aged man.
"I have Gold Coins. This is a gambling house, so I have Gold Coins; it is my right to buy whatever I want." Lin Xian said indifferently.
A frown appeared on the foreheads of the cultivators on the scene when they heard what Lin Xian said.