Before Mr. Owl secured the diving and lighting equipment, Duan Mingyuan had found luck.
He had originally planned to consult Jiuyue about the process of making lucky sachets, but Jiuyue asked him to open the outermost layer of his suitcase and unzip it, revealing two red sachets embroidered with golden threads.
These were the sachets Jiuyue had prepared for Duan Mingyuan before his departure. She always placed two well-crafted sachets in his luggage whenever he was about to travel far. This was a tradition of the Ruihu clan. They always prayed for their loved ones in this way, to ensure their journeys were smooth and accompanied by good fortune.
The sachets still emitted a faint fragrance, the same scent Jiuyue usually used for her fox tail aromatherapy.
Duan Mingyuan put the sachets into a waterproof bag. Their next destination was a secret prison area, perpetually shrouded in darkness, and whose secrets were unknown.
"Are you sure this can bring us luck?"
