Inside the hall, a brief silence fell.
Li Chunsong looked at the object in front of him, his face suddenly flushed red, and his breathing became a bit rapid.
Above Chu Huaixu's palm, an Evil Pill floated.
Inside this semi-transparent Evil Pill, there were four strands of blood-colored objects, motionless like dead things.
"Is this... the Emperor's Divine Thought?" Li Chunsong asked hoarsely.
"Exactly," Chu Huaixu replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, what came next was Li Chunsong's loud laughter.
"Hahaha!"
"Won?"
"I've won again!"
"How could this not count as obtaining Divine Thought!"
"Indeed, I've never tasted defeat!"
"I really miss the days when I always lost bets, miss that feeling! Haha! Hahaha!"
In the Daoist Hall, the notorious gambler had absolutely no Elder-like demeanor, constantly showing off recklessly!
The others directly ignored him.
Because their attention was all focused on the four strands of Emperor's Divine Thought.
