After three rounds of drinks, Chen Jiuge found that Jian Wuli truly had no other intentions.
Besides calling Da Bai "big brother" and giving him a Spirit Sword worth a thousand Top Grade Spiritual Stones, he also gave everyone else, including Chen Jiuge, a small gift.
"Brother Wuli, what is the meaning of this?" Chen Jiuge looked at the small sword pendant in his hand, somewhat puzzled. Who would give away treasures right off the bat? This kind of small sword, capable of speeding up sword cultivation, would cost at least several thousand Top Grade Spiritual Stones.
"To be honest, Brother Chen, I have a pair of eyes that can see through Luck," Jian Wuli said, pointing to his eyes that emitted a purple glow.
"I'd like to hear more," Chen Jiuge said, his curiosity piqued.
Jian Wuli filled his wine cup and raised it. "Everyone's total amount of Luck is the same, just like this wine cup can only hold so much wine. However, though the quantity is the same, the contents might differ."
