Compete with crickets?
Yan Anzhi frowned subconsciously. Was he, the Son of Heaven, supposed to compete with others to acquire something?
This was quite a novelty.
He looked at the amiable old Taoist priest who was smiling at him. Since the priest wasn't aware of his identity, he probably wouldn't dare to speak to him this way had he known.
Competing using crickets against a Taoist priest was a first in his life, which piqued his interest. He slightly lifted his chin and consented. "Fine."
As he finished speaking, the venerable priest casually flicked his dust brush. His eyes fell upon the cage, and he said with a laugh, "Then, young master, please choose one."
The cage was specially made from woven bamboo strips, resembling a prison. The centre was an open space trapped by interwoven thin bamboo strips, forming a grid that confining the trapped cricket.
