Wei Shi Lan and Tianming ventured through the dark streets of Lake Valley. They passed the Market Square, even passed the Healing Hall, going over the arching bridge that led to a grander section of Lake Valley that Wei Shi Lan himself was surprised to see.
This street was decorated with red and yellow lights. Each building in this place was on the level of the Healing Pavilion, large, colorful and neat.
With how scanty the north of Lake Valley had been, here, the west was completely different, and people in luxurious garb were moving around.
It was clear though, from the clothes they wore and the dialect they spoke to each other as Wei Shi Lan passed them, they were not inhabitants of Lake Valley. Most of them at least.
They finally reached the Gambling Den. When they stopped in front, Wei Shi Lan raised his head with an amusing smile carved on his face.
'How unexpected, this carries the aura of the gambling dens in the Spirit Realm.'
