Jiang Zuo wasn't surprised by the Daoist's answer. He had just wanted to give it a try, and a single Fifth-Grade Spirit Stone wasn't a huge price to pay.
'Boldness from great skill—that fits him perfectly. We have plenty of time. We'll definitely meet again.'
Jiang Zuo just said, "Oh," and walked past the Daoist to leave.
This, in turn, startled the Daoist, who was standing to one side and watching Jiang Zuo with a provocative gaze. 'He's leaving just like that?'
'He's just going to take the loss?'
The smug satisfaction in his heart instantly deflated. 'The guy should've flown into a rage and tried to take me out. That way, I could've made him even more miserable.'
"Wait," This time, it was the Daoist's turn to stop Jiang Zuo.
Jiang Zuo turned to look at the Daoist. "What is it?"
The Daoist thought for a moment. "I know of an ancient method. They say Dual Cultivation can suppress bad luck."
Jiang Zuo frowned. "Dual Cultivation?"
