Lin Ji reached into his embrace and pulled out another coin that looked exactly like the one in the hands of Pingxin Daoist.
This was the coin that Pingxin Daoist had left for him after calculating his fate in Liang City that day.
At that time, Lin Ji already felt that something was amiss, but after so long without any movement, he had almost forgotten about it.
Now that Pingxin Daoist brought it up again, Lin Ji's heart was filled with three parts fear and seven parts anger.
Are these people out of their minds, taking so long to scheme against something?
Back then, the matter of the Ghost King in Liang City had not yet been resolved, and this damned Pingxin Daoist, this damned Tianji, had already calculated up to this moment?
Was it foreseen long ago, or was the casual leave-behind now taking effect?
Lin Ji looked at Pingxin Daoist.
"Pingxin Daoist, we have met several times.
Have I ever treated you unfairly?"
"Never.
Mr.
Lin has always treated this humble Daoist well, and I am deeply grateful for it," Pingxin Daoist said with a light smile.