The Daoist took the Spirit Stone and pulled out an oval-shaped rock. "Young friend," he said, "you will be glad you did this. Remember to keep it in your hand at all times. The path ahead will become as smooth as level ground. My fortune is unparalleled in this world.
"Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on your own destiny. You are very fortunate—you have seized it."
'There's something I want to say, but I don't know if I should,' the Black-robed Demon Cultivator thought.
'Well, I've already paid for it. Might as well not be for nothing. I'll just accept it.'
But just as he was about to offer a few cursory words in reply, he suddenly froze. His memory of the man had suddenly blurred.
It was like meeting someone and knowing exactly what they looked like.
But the moment you looked down, you would instantly forget their face.
After all, when talking to someone, you often hold an image of their face in your mind.
