Three days later, He Pingsheng leisurely walked out of the formation and returned to Zhou Yiren.
At the sight of He Pingsheng, Zhou Yiren breathed a sigh of relief.
"How did it go?" he asked somewhat anxiously.
He Pingsheng shook his head. "I couldn't make anything of it!"
He returned the black stone disk in his hand to Zhou Yiren and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, I know what you mean. You want to exchange this stone disk for one of my supreme-grade Spirit-Writing Heaven-Connecting Pills, don't you?"
Zhou Yiren nodded hastily and asked, "I just don't know whether you still... have any, Fellow Daoist He?"
His expression was conflicted to the extreme.
He both hoped He Pingsheng would give an affirmative answer and feared he would give a negative one.
Seeing such contradictory expressions on the same face, even He Pingsheng found it somewhat amusing.
He Pingsheng smiled and said, "You're in luck. I still have one!"
"Really!" Zhou Yiren trembled all over with excitement. "Really? You really still have one?"
"Yes. Why would I lie to you?" He Pingsheng took a deep breath, then continued, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, to be honest, I can't make sense of this stone disk of yours, but I know there's definitely something unusual about it. Why won't you keep it for yourself? Why insist on trading it for this Spirit-Writing Heaven-Connecting Pill?"
"Besides, the fact that you obtained a stone disk like this shows that your fortune is good!"
"There's no limit to what you might achieve in the future!"
"Honestly, I'm afraid you'll regret trading it away someday!"
"No!" Zhou Yiren shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist He, you may not understand me!"
"Throughout my life of cultivation, I've sought only one thing: steadiness!"
"I never make enemies, nor do I like