Yet upon seeing the tattered book in Lu Cang's hand, Poison Venerable trembled all over with excitement. This was it—this was the very thing he had spent years desperately searching for.
The thing that concerned his future prospects lay right before his eyes.
"Kid, do you want it?"
Seeing Poison Venerable trembling with excitement, Lu Cang gave a soft laugh. He knew all too well what this item meant to Poison Venerable.
When he looked at Poison Venerable, he thought of an old friend from long ago—the regrets and unwillingness that friend had carried when he died.
"What are your conditions?"
Poison Venerable reined in his emotions and frowned.
There was no such thing as a free lunch. Since this man had brought it out, he must have conditions attached.
"Conditions? Simple. Follow me."
The corners of Lu Cang's lips curled up slightly. He had always been alone, coming and going as he pleased.
It was not that he lacked followers. On the contrary, there were too many prodigies who wished to follow him to count, but he had never thought much of them.
In his eyes, they were nothing but chickens and dogs made of clay—useless even if he took them in.
But Poison Venerable before him was different. If he obtained the item in Lu Cang's hand, his combat strength would surely soar in a short time, perhaps even surpassing Lu Cang's old friend.
Whether out of remembrance for that old friend or simply because he thought highly of Poison Venerable's future, Lu Cang merely watched him, waiting for his choice.
"Kid, remember this: you only have one chance. The opportunity is before you now—it depends on how you choose."
"You only get one chance. You have seen my strength. When I reach the end of the Dao