The middle-aged Daoist looked at Jiang Zuo. "I'm just a fortune-teller. I don't have any Magical Treasures, but I have something else."
Jiang Zuo said nothing, waiting for the man to continue.
The Daoist then produced three Brocade Bags. "Here are three Brocade Bags, and inside them are three different items.
One of these items can kill you, one can drive you mad, and one is the very thing you want.
So, my young friend, do you dare to choose one?"
The middle-aged Daoist wore an enigmatic smile as he quietly watched Jiang Zuo, waiting for his reaction.
'He didn't think Jiang Zuo would dare to choose. Three bags might seem to offer good odds, but the chance of failure was just as high.
No one with an ordinary need would take such a great risk.'
Jiang Zuo merely glanced at the three Brocade Bags, then tossed a coin.
The coin landed on the first Brocade Bag.
Without a moment's hesitation, Jiang Zuo picked up the coin and the bag.
