Three games played, three games lost.
This time, Lu Zheng didn't lose on purpose; he genuinely couldn't win.
"Not bad, not bad. Although you didn't win, it gave me some ideas. Perhaps, I can deduce a few more patterns and maybe there's a chance for victory." The elder nodded contentedly.
He waved his hand, and the stone wall beside him shattered, with a small piece of stone falling into the elder's hand. The elder gently brushed it with his hand, and the stone turned into a palm-sized stone bottle.
After glancing at a stalagmite in the cave, droplets of Stalactite Spring water started emerging from its surface, forming a continuous stream that fell into the stone bottle.
Lu Zheng saw clearly that these droplets squeezed from the stalagmite were dark green, thick and rich, with a sweet fragrance. Just smelling it from the side made his mind clear and his True Qi stir restlessly.
