The atmosphere in the cabin was deathly silent.
Zhao Ci watched Liu Yang with a mocking smile, mentally giving a thumbs-up to the quality of his Lucky Talisman.
'The law of causality is invincible!'
'This method of just casually tossing some copper coins to pinpoint a location feels so damn good.'
Of course.
This was only a top-grade lucky talisman, so its success rate wasn't one hundred percent. But the Hanling Waterway was only so long, and this was a sand table map where the river channel itself was a groove. Finding a single point within a linear area increased the probability of success several times over.
'He wasn't sure if the Lucky Talisman would actually work. After all, it wasn't a one-hundred-percent guarantee. No matter how heaven-defying it was, it was still a matter of probability.'
'But judging from Liu Yang's reaction, he had hit the mark.'
"This..."
