Meeting the Old Daoist Again

"Your generosity is truly a heart of Compassion." Shen Luo had also intended to release the fish if he bought it, and he greatly admired the scholar. He stepped forward and cupped his hands.

"I was once fish on the chopping block myself, at others' mercy. I merely empathize... Besides... in the end, I failed to fulfill... my responsibility." The middle-aged scholar spoke blandly.

Shen Luo's expression froze. What did the scholar mean by that?

The middle-aged scholar apparently had no intention of saying more to Shen Luo. With a sigh, he turned and walked away.

The young fisherman watched the middle-aged scholar's retreating back, his eyes shifting as he slung the fishing gear beside him over his shoulder and hurried off.

With no more spectacle to watch, the bystanders dispersed one after another.

Yet Shen Luo did not move. After everyone had left, he brought out the hand he had kept behind his back.

A golden scale rested between his fingers. It was precisely the item the middle-aged scholar had used to buy the fish. He had secretly taken it from the fisherman's clothes with Magic Power just now.

However, he had also slipped ten taels of silver into the fisherman's clothes, so he had not taken it for nothing.

"I wasn't mistaken. This is a dragon scale!" He pressed the golden scale to his brow and examined it carefully. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes as he murmured.

Not only was it a dragon scale, but a faint trace of yin energy also clung to it.

"There is something strange about that scholar. I should follow him and take a look." Shen Luo looked toward the direction in which the scholar had departed, then blurred into motion and gave chase.

A figure suddenly rushed out in panic