Looking at the two spirited young Supernovas before him, Qian Wusuan sighed.
After the Crimson Moon Incident, the entire world had become strangely unfamiliar.
Even the beliefs he had held fast to all his life were beginning to waver.
Lately, young people had often been discussing "national fortune." He had always dismissed it as superstitious nonsense and never taken it seriously.
Since it was not devout faith in some personified god, immortal, demon, or ghost, but rather a concept, he had simply turned a blind eye and pretended it did not exist.
Now, seeing Yan Anqing and Qu Li both advance to become Silver-Eyed, Qian Wusuan's thoughts churned endlessly.
Yan Anqing's transformation had been expected by everyone. After all, he had long been proven to be a latent candidate.
But what about Qu Li?
During the Blood Moon, there had been no obvious changes in him at all!
Thinking of the research results the two had produced lately, then of the turbulent experiences of his own life...
Qian Wusuan was beginning to believe in the vague notion of "luck."
Perhaps this was truly something that could one day be observed scientifically, proven, and rationally explained.
"That concludes the record. You two need not trouble yourselves with writing the report."
Qian Wusuan rubbed his aching temples and waved at Yan Anqing and Qu Li. "Go do your real work."
Over so many years of work, he had handled countless incidents and gained a thorough understanding of human nature.
These two youngsters clearly did not get along and were competing in private. Even with his eyes closed, he could hear it in their voices.
It looked like healthy competition, so Qian Wusuan could not be bothered to interfere. He did not want to overdo it and ruin things instead.
Qu Li was