Luo Bei naturally knew full well the difference between the utter decline of life force and ordinary injuries, yet as he looked at the beautiful, elegant Ming Ruo, he found it hard to imagine that the life force within her was rapidly slipping away.
Speaking of the life and death of someone beside them should have carried a trace of sorrow, but because of Ming Ruo's composure, the atmosphere instead became solemn without anyone realizing it.
"Why did you choose me?" Luo Bei looked at Ming Ruo and seriously shook his head. "I'm not a good choice. So many Orthodox Xuanmen sects in the world want nothing more than to get rid of me. If I became Cihang Zhai's sect leader, it would instead be like creating quite a few enemies for Cihang Zhai out of thin air."
"I've heard a little about your affairs. Since I suggested that you become Cihang Zhai's sect leader, I naturally considered all of that." Ming Ruo smiled faintly and looked into Luo Bei's eyes. "You are right. So many Orthodox Xuanmen sects in the world, including Kunlun, want to get rid of you, yet aren't you still alive and well?"
Luo Bei gave a wry smile and shook his head. "That's because I'm lucky."
Luo Bei was not lying. Although he had now stepped into the ranks of the world's powerful cultivators, ever since leaving Shushan, he had walked the razor's edge between life and death many times, only a hair's breadth from dying at another's hands.
"Luck?" Ming Ruo smiled. "For cultivators like us, there is only cause and effect; there is no such thing as luck. Sometimes, so-called luck merely comes from the choices you make. The reason you can stand here today is also only because of all the choices