“If you knew what was wrong, then you are already in the right,” Jun Wu said slowly.
However, Xie Lian shook his head. “Just knowing is not enough. If I make a mistake, I should be the one punished. But I committed the wrong, and the one who took the punishment for me was…”
He trailed off, then raised his head once more.
“So as punishment, I pray My Lord will grant me a cursed shackle—no, two cursed shackles. One to seal away my spiritual powers, another to disperse all my luck and fortune.”