In the Taiji Hall, a Grand Elder was watching the lively scene through the Xuan Light Mirror.

He was sipping fragrant tea, watching the increasing number of Spirit Stones in his Storage Ring, grinning from ear to ear.

All the Spirit Stones wagered on his betting slips would directly fall into his Storage Ring. Over the years, he had made a fortune from this.

Suddenly, he received a message, and the anxious voice of a disciple came through.