297. He must die

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I looked helplessly at the Mountain Wild Daoist and said:

"Your disciple seems to outdo you, managing to actually pull it off in the end. But Zhou Ling's father wasn't some heinous villain—how do you explain that?"

I even wondered if the Mountain Wild Daoist had intentionally grabbed the wrong person. Such a formidable Taoist couldn't possibly fail to understand such a simple matter.

By then, I had a suspicion—perhaps the Mountain Wild Daoist wanted a share of the karma...

If he had indeed grabbed the wrong person, he could claim a slice of the pie from the Corpse-Detaching Immortal's karma.

I glanced at the Mountain Wild Daoist. His face revealed no emotion, and though I considered calculating, I made no move.

He taught me these calculations, and for all these years, I've never managed to calculate his fortune... Not once.

And at that moment, I knew I would not succeed either.