He had just let out a sigh of relief when he looked down at the ground, and the sweat on his forehead began to pour down like a waterfall.
The fortune stick on the ground had split in two; it was broken in half.
A stampede of ten thousand "grass mud horses" galloped through Zhang Daoyuan’s mind. At that moment, he had only one thought: to find the livestreaming Taoist priest who had sold him these sticks and throw him right into the path of those ten thousand stampeding horses.
Chapter 294