After one incense stick's time, Lu Ye had lost thirty consecutive rounds.
It would have been a miracle to win, as the dice cup in Liu Sanbao's hand was clearly a Spiritual Artifact, with the outcome dependent solely on his whim.
Listening carefully, the clamor from outside had begun to subside. Feeling that the time was about right, he stood up and said, "I am inferior in skill and accept my defeat."
He turned and walked towards the exit.
Liu Sanbao just stood there, smiling as he watched him leave.
When Lu Ye reached the door and peeked through the crack, the street outside was deserted, with no one in sight. He reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. There was no lock on the door, yet it seemed as if an invisible force had sealed it tight.
Spirit force surged in his eyes as the Insight Spirit Runes quickly formed.