Hua Cheng sat down on his seat, a throne of sorts, hidden from people's sight behind a red veil. He could hear the ghosts and visitors of Ghost City, his city, yelling and cheering as the bets on the cassino went higher and higher. People (living and dead) bet years of their lives, years of other people's lives. All for a goal. Hua Cheng sometimes agreed to the stakes, sometimes he didn't. He had the luxury to choose since, after all, this was his cassino and his city.

As the night went on, more and more people arrived. Hua Cheng didn't give them much thought, mostly bored out of his mind. That was, of course, until he felt it. The energy that entered his cassino. It was a God. Hua Cheng sat straight, his single eye widening. Not just any God. His God. After 800 years searching for him...

Xie Lian was here.