Sunshine Boy recorded the method in his Spirit Platform, pondering it over and over. He sensed that this refining method contained the Fate Arts Great Dao, no less profound than the Life-Hunting Art.
Sunshine Boy said, "This is a great inheritance of the Heaven's Mandate Sect. If you leak it, you and I can both wait to be hunted down by the Heaven's Mandate Sect."
Good Fortune Born sighed. "Rather than die here, I might as well take a gamble. I don't know Fate Arts. If you can refine the Great Principle-Slaying Sword, I'll have a better chance of surviving. Besides, wasn't it all because of you that so many of my treasures were ruined?"
"Where did you get so many treasures?"
Good Fortune Born had not wanted to say, but seeing that Sunshine Boy looked ready to leave at any moment, he could only tell the truth. "Some were given to me by mysterious experts, some I picked up from street stalls, some were gifted to me by others as ordinary magical artifacts, and some came from other people's cave abodes. It was only after obtaining these things that I realized how powerful my Fate Mold was."
Sunshine Boy suddenly understood.
Yet he had overlooked something. Good Fortune Born only knew that his Fate Mold was strong; he did not know exactly how strong it was.
If he knew how rare those Fate Molds of his were, he would absolutely never sell them.
"Why were you willing to sell me a Fate Star?" Sunshine Boy asked.
Good Fortune Born said, "Fate Stars can be traded. Maybe in a few days, I'll run into a Fate Arts Master selling lives, and they'll muddle-headedly sell me a good fate as though it were a worthless one."
Sunshine Boy was filled with