Chu Jiucheng was somewhat simple-minded, but not foolish.
Naturally, he understood why Lin Qi had asked that question in front of everyone.
In an even tone, he said, "Fortune is like one's lifespan. Seizing someone else's for yourself always leaves a sickening taste, and it can easily invite Heaven's retribution."
At the end, he casually tossed out one more sentence. "Besides, I'm not lacking this little bit of fortune."
The moment those words fell, the surroundings went silent, leaving only the wails of the Fiend Souls.
Chu Jiucheng glanced at Lin Qi. "I imagine Fellow Daoist Lin thinks the same way I do?"
Lin Qi nodded in agreement and casually pulled the shattered Fortune Wheel from her robes.
Whether they had seen the Fortune Wheel before or not, the cultivators all cracked.
They stared in astonishment at the object in Lin Qi's hand.
"This is the Divine Artifact, the Fortune Wheel? How did it become so badly damaged?"
That one question voiced the doubts in countless hearts.
Lin Qi glanced sideways at the person who had asked. "What else did you expect?"
She suddenly smiled sweetly. "If this thing hadn't ended up like this, your fortune would have been drained dry, and your Immortal Path would have been cut off."
Upon hearing this, not only did the person who had asked darken their expression, but even the others listening nearby did as well.
They had probably already imagined the scene of their fortune being drained away.
Quite a few people secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Lin Qi asked again, "I vaguely saw Rong Shi tear through space and flee somewhere. Do you know where he went?"
Chu Jiucheng said, "The Lesser World Gate."
Lin Qi was startled, then quickly regained her calm.
When the Fortune Wheel had first