Ran Deng also laughed and said, "But you have the Sea Calming Pearl, you can still kill me in the end."
"You're right."
"But I won't die today."
"How so?"
Ran Deng said, "You should know, for those of us who have reached a great level, what we think in our hearts will have a response in the world. I feel that today is not my day to die, so there might always be some hope of survival."
Zhao Gongming remained silent.
He indeed had the Holy Artifact.
But he was not sure of himself.
Both being Quasi-Saints, Ran Deng had walked much further on this path than he had.
"Brother Daoist's cultivation is indeed profound."
Ran Deng turned his head and looked into the distance. A gray-robed Daoist was walking over. He wore a fish-tailed crown on his head, a cotton robe, a flowing long beard, and held a Yellow Court Scripture with missing pages and tattered corners. At his waist hung an unremarkable wine gourd.
