The night was deep and quiet.
Yuan San Niang sat at the house offering stakes in her own inn's gambling den, the dice shimmering a rosy hue as they tumbled.
Her subordinates were used to this. Of course, she would be presiding over the gambling den in the middle of the night. It was only that one day, for some inexplicable reason, she spent ages in an empty tavern talking with that sallow-faced man, and no one knew what they were up to.
An ethnic shaman entered the gambling den, staring straight at her.
San Niang lost her enthusiasm for hosting the game under his intense gaze, casually dropping the dice and flashing a charming smile, "Come with me."
