Chen Miao privately disagreed with the old man calling his lifesaving equipment junk.
Never mind anything else-how could a Premium Spirit-Sealing Talisman count as junk?
As though he had noticed Chen Miao's indignation, the old man smiled and took out a Premium Spirit-Sealing Talisman, dabbing it with blood from Chen Miao's still-unhealed finger.
The talisman activated and flew straight from the old man's hand toward the dried corpse pressed against Chen Miao's back.
Although Chen Miao could not see what happened to the Premium Spirit-Sealing Talisman, he still could not move.
"A jack of all trades, master of none."
The old man scoffed.
Chen Miao remained expressionless.
Looking at him, the old man smiled. "Young man, I originally came here to test Suo Kun, but that fellow was scared out of his wits."
"It wasn't easy coming all this way. Surely I can't leave empty-handed?"
"You're a man who does things properly. Don't you think I'm right?"
A chill ran through Chen Miao as he looked at the old man's smiling face.
From beginning to end, he had not sensed any malice toward him from this old man. Of course, there had been no goodwill either.
But now, Chen Miao had a feeling.
Once he answered this question, he would get the answer he wanted from the old man.
Chen Miao's mind raced.
From the start, this old man had treated him differently from Suo Kun.
The old man clearly could have killed him just as he had killed Suo Kun, yet he had not.
Not only had he spared him, he had also wasted a great deal of breath.
Chen Miao had originally assumed this was a quirk of Curse Cult Members, or perhaps of this old man specifically: needing to chat before killing someone.
But now, Chen Miao