"And moreover, since they've gone to such lengths to set up this kind of array, there must be some similarities between the plunderer and the one whose luck is being stolen. This way, it's easier to seize the luck. It's like trying to fit a round cake into a round mold; if the mold is square, something will always be missing."
JI Xingzhi scratched his head, "But what if the luck is reclaimed, and plunderer perished?"
Old Master JI clapped his hands, exclaiming, "That means the person suddenly had great luck befall them, becoming a Child of Luck!"
"It's as if you've said nothing at all," JI Xingzhi muttered, frustrated. "Forget it, you're too old for this. I'll figure it out myself."
Just as old Master JI was about to retort, the butler approached, carrying a box.
"Old Master, all the good stuff is here, including the mask the young master requested."
