Li Qingxian knew this might expose him, but he knew even better that deceiving a Grand Fate Arts Master in a place like this was a road to death.
Great Sir's face showed pain. Then, with a helpless bow, he said, "This junior obeys."
As he spoke, another ball of light flew onto the tray.
"To think it was this. It seems you possess great fortune."
The old man's words made Great Sir's eyes light up, and Ye Han and the others immediately looked at him differently.
Great Sir secretly let out a sigh of relief and smiled faintly.
The other man said with a bitter expression, "I have several Fate Artifacts, each with its own strengths and weaknesses. I hope, Master, that you will be understanding. I am not certain which one is the strongest."
"Then bring out all the strongest ones, and let this old man choose."
The Fate Arts Master let out a long sigh and released a full five Fate Artifacts, all wrapped in magical power.
Though no one knew exactly what this man's Fate Artifacts were, they realized he was no ordinary person and certainly not as weak as he appeared.
"You are rather interesting as well."
After the ancient, aged voice spoke, one of the glowing spheres of magical power landed on the bronze tray.
The Fate Arts Master's face wrinkled into a ball as he unwillingly recalled his other Fate Artifacts.
With a mournful face, the man said, "Fellow Daoists, if I lose to you, this Fate Artifact will not be of much use to you, because it is a Bloodline Fate Artifact. But it is tremendously useful to me. I am willing to trade two Fate Artifacts or something else for it, and I promise to do one thing within my power