The crystal ball was exquisitely crafted, with a lifelike Ferris wheel inside its palm-sized sphere.
Looking at the crystal ball before him, Ouyang pointed at it in the strange Daoist's hand, swallowed, and said, "Master, what did you just say?"
Zhao Qiansun looked at Ouyang before him with a complicated expression. "Someone entrusted me with giving you a sweet dream. Do you want it?"
Facing Ouyang, Zhao Qiansun was filled with complicated feelings. Ever since regaining his memories, he had often wondered what things would have been like if he had never met Ouyang.
He probably would not have achieved so much, but with his luck on his side, he would presumably have lived the carefree life he wanted.
Although he now held the exalted position of Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sect, Zhao Qiansun did not feel happy.
Things like these, seemingly schemed into his hands as someone else's charity, were what Zhao Qiansun disdained most.
He liked taking petty advantages, scheming against others, and paying lip service while acting against them, but he would never accept charity.
Yet despite saying that, everything he had now seemed to have come from someone else's charity.
Now, he seemed to be repaying a debt, or perhaps paying the price for all the swindling and cheating he had done in his youth.
He had hunted wild geese all his life, never expecting that he, too, was a wild goose in someone else's eyes.
As these thoughts churned, the shifty-eyed Zhao Qiansun grew somewhat sentimental.
"Forget it. I don't have any money!" Ouyang said, staring at Zhao Qiansun and shaking his head.
"It's free," Zhao Qiansun answered.
"I've got something to do. Maybe next time!" Ouyang refused again.
Free things were the most expensive of all. Ouyang firmly believed that, especially since