"Looks like he went there to ask for information," the man said.
Skyler Shi nodded after hearing this. "It seems he must be Evan Yang's accomplice. You all go to the black market and bring him back. But remember, don't make trouble in the black market—avoid offending people you shouldn't offend."
"Yes," the man replied.
Ray Qing watched the servant leave, then asked curiously, "Senior Shi, what exactly does this black-market casino do?"
"It's a powerful organization in our city—not just here, but in many cities. Have you heard of the Black-White Syndicate?" Skyler Shi said.
"Black-White Syndicate? Isn't that the legendary sect that doesn't distinguish between black and white, specializes in collecting black goods, reselling them, and is a powerful organization?" Ray Qing asked curiously.
"That's right. This organization is powerful—I probably don't need to explain it further," Skyler Shi said.
"Yeah, it's definitely a terrifying group. There are Emperors and Immortal Lords among them. Anyone who offends them ends up badly. A few major sects once tried to besiege them but were defeated, and instead brought disaster upon themselves. Since then, no clan or sect dares not to acknowledge them—everyone just avoids provoking them," Ray Qing said.
"That's right. There's such a place here, so fighting inside is forbidden. Anyone who fights there ends up badly," Skyler Shi said.
"Yeah, you can only trade Immortal Sources, or exchange black goods for Immortal Sources. Otherwise, everything is just empty talk," Ray Qing said.
"That's exactly why I only sent someone in to take a look. We'll wait until he comes out to catch him—since inside, we can't make a move," Skyler Shi said.
Ray Qing thought it made sense—if you go up against the Black-White Syndicate, it’s not worth the risk.
Evan Yang had no idea what kind of place he’d entered. But once inside, the atmosphere was excellent—no provocations, no contempt, no rowdy fights. The first floor was a casino. Although it was called a casino, it was quite unique: all bets were one-on-one, whether on artifacts, pills, or other odds and ends.
As for the betting methods, they varied widely.
After Evan Yang entered, someone greeted him. A young man smiled at Evan and said, "Welcome. Are you here to gamble, sell black goods, buy black goods, purchase information, or acquire rare items?"
Evan Yang hadn’t expected so many services here, but since he’d come, he might as well try it out. He smiled and said, "I want to buy information."
"Alright, but before you buy information, you need to pay a one million top-grade Immortal Source entrance fee," the man said.
Evan Yang was stunned—this price was outrageous. Just the entrance fee was so high. He hadn’t been here before, and now it was awkward to leave, so he smiled and said, "Here you go."
The man took Evan Yang’s one million top-grade Immortal Sources and led him through the casino, finally arriving at the basement. The basement had a trading area on one side and an information counter on the other.
"Our information is divided into several grades. In a moment, you’ll tell us what information you want, and we’ll rate it, then set the price according to its grade," the attendant explained to Evan Yang.
Evan Yang nodded. This was similar to the old Fiend Realm—asking for information required a corresponding fee. The attendant took out a mysterious stone and said to Evan, "Speak to it and say what you want to know. I'll take it to be rated."
Faced with this strange stone, Evan Yang was stunned for a while, then said, "I want to know where Ten-Million-Year Wood-Heart Cores grow."
When Evan Yang finished speaking, it was the attendant's turn to freeze. Evan asked curiously, "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just that I suspect the information you want is extremely valuable," the man said with an awkward smile.
Evan Yang smiled. "Let’s see first."
The attendant nodded and took the stone to a room. Meanwhile, Evan Yang used the time to look around. Soon, several people appeared behind him, staring at him.
"Who are they?" Evan Yang didn’t know these people at all, and since he was disguised, he was quite curious.
The group wandered inside, but their divine sense never left Evan Yang—they kept watching him.
This made Evan Yang even more curious, but seeing they didn’t make a move, he ignored them. Soon, the attendant came out and smiled at Evan, "Looks like you’re in luck—this information isn’t as valuable as it used to be."
"Oh? So what’s the price?" Evan Yang asked, delighted to hear he could get the information.
"Fifty million top-grade Immortal Sources," the attendant said.
Evan Yang froze. Fifty million top-grade Immortal Sources for a single piece of information? That was a bit excessive.
"What's wrong?" The attendant noticed Evan's expression and asked curiously.
"It's nothing. I just didn't bring that many Immortal Sources with me today, so I can't inquire for now," Evan replied awkwardly.
"That's not a problem. You can exchange treasures or other valuables at the counters over there. If you really can't, I can reserve the information for you," the attendant said politely.
Evan thought it over—getting Immortal Sources was the priority. He smiled, "I'll go take a look then."
"Here, take this. It contains the rules of our Black-White Syndicate. Don't break them, or the consequences will be severe," the attendant warned with a smile.
Evan accepted a Memory Imprint Block, scanned it, and was amazed by the detailed information inside. So such a sect actually existed in the Immortal Realm.
"I'll get to it, then." The attendant smiled and left. Evan headed across to the counters, seeing clearly priced items and appraisers on the other side.
Just then, some of the men who had entered earlier glanced at Evan and one of them asked, "Are you Evan Yang's accomplice?"