C591 Eighthlevel Fate
"Oh?" A flicker of interest sparked in Zhao Dong's heart.
He scanned the bustling crowd, surprised to find someone blessed with such great fortune so early in the day. Impressive, indeed.
"Who might that be?"
The little white mouse murmured softly.
Following its gaze, Zhao Dong spotted a young man with a resolute face standing by a stall, accompanied by a young girl