"What are you planning to do next?"
"Cold mix, old mix, watch-and-mix—what else can I mix?"
"I'm serious."
"So am I. We'll take it one step at a time. Heaven knows what'll happen next."
Lu PingAn had a fair degree of self-awareness. Along the way, while gaining quite a reputation, he had also made quite a few enemies.
Aus's company, the People of the Blood Banquet, the Mother Goddess Church—these were all relationships where one side had to die.
And battles along the way naturally created enemies he himself might not even remember. For example, he had formed Karma during his journey through the abyss. If some abyss assassin or Abyss Lord really jumped out to settle scores with him, or claimed to be avenging Di Di Luo Na, that would be perfectly natural too.
Oh, and there was also that Eight-Clawed outer-god who had branded him. Heaven knew what level of existence It was, but the mark on Lu PingAn's body had not faded in the slightest to this day.
Too many troubles, too many enemies. Now that his whereabouts had been exposed, it was perfectly normal for anyone to come knocking. Especially now that he was at sea—Lu PingAn had been extremely careful not to enter the water. Earth's oceans should be fine, but if some giant sea monster really traveled thousands of miles to find him, that would be hilarious.
Wang Hai looked at the open-minded Lu PingAn and had no idea what to say.
Perhaps this was what it meant to be a mature Professional—starting with enemies and troubles by the dozen.
Of course, Lu PingAn himself did not care much. If he couldn't beat them, couldn't he just run? Even if word got out, this sea-bound secret realm was difficult to enter and leave. When