"If it's not luck, then what is it?"
Zhou Ming refilled his cup and sat down pensively, "Your example is a bit strange. Why are there six holes? Shouldn't Five Elements Wind and Thunder have seven?"
"A slip of the tongue," Zhao Xing hurriedly took a sip of Purple Jade Nectar, fearing Zhou Ming would take back his words.
"Every four collisions, three of your balls land in the holes. Is that really luck?" Zhou Ming asked, "Or have you figured out some technique yourself?"
Zhao Xing replied with a smile, "If I had that skill, it wouldn't be hard to go to the Li Fire Taoist School and qualify as a Preaching Master. Creating a high-order technique on my own? You're overestimating me."
Zhou Ming nodded, realizing he had overthought it.
In the end, he could only believe Zhao Xing's words.
Luck couldn't be learned.
