Upon hearing Zhi Xian's words, Bai Qiuran immediately sensed that something was amiss. Tang Wei stared blankly for a moment before replying, "His luck is quite average. He occasionally goes down the mountain to gamble a little with the old folks in town, and it’s always a mixed bag of wins and losses." The skull head wobbled slightly.
"Luck?" At her words, feeling Tang Wei's determination, the armor began to hum and vibrate, wishing to rise and resist, but Bai Qiuran swiftly stomped it back down. "Your master is quite something."
"Hey."