"What is it?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"This is a Book of Literary Fortune. The poet named Bai Langzi has reached the spiritual level of a Platinum Author, but due to sales and fame not keeping up, his status didn't achieve that rank."
The Fool said.
"How did you know?"
"I just used my own literary fortune to probe. If the spirituality isn't strong enough, the literary fortune would hide and not dare to appear. However, Bai Langzi's literary fortune did not yield and directly appeared to contest with mine. If I hadn't voluntarily backed down, it would rather die than submit. Truly a consummate work."
The Fool mused.
"So what's the use of this Book of Literary Fortune?"
He asked again.
The Fool didn't answer immediately but snapped his fingers.
A large mist emerged from the top hat, isolating the two of them from the outside world.
"That Gray Cat is actually my severed wicked corpse."
The Fool sighed and said.
"Huh?"
Liu Zheng looked shocked.
