"Cough, cough, cough... That shouldn't be possible. You moved too fast."
Wang Siyuan kept coughing as he looked at Meng Qi, who had come to find him, his eyes filled with emotion.
Meng Qi already showed signs of being about to break through to the Dharma Body realm, which truly caught Wang Siyuan off guard.
Originally, Meng Qi should still have had ten years to accumulate experience after Gu Xiaosang's death.
In terms of combat strength alone, Meng Qi was completely ready now, but his accumulation was clearly still far too weak.
This completely ran contrary to Wang Siyuan's calculations.
Fortune-tellers could only ever follow behind others, picking up scraps of wisdom.
When they encountered those who controlled fate, they were utterly useless.
"At this rate, you will eventually become someone else's wedding dress."
Wang Siyuan covered his mouth as he coughed and passed judgment on Meng Qi.
He had originally been fighting for a sliver of survival, yet he had charged ahead like a boar under that luck which did not belong to him. It was Blazing Fire Cooking Oil.
He seemed powerful, but he was far too insubstantial, with no foundation to speak of.
What had originally been a narrow escape from death had suddenly become certain death without any chance of survival!
"Who knows? It suddenly just became like this."
Meng Qi sighed as well. There were less than two months until the next mission, and its location was Journey to the West. Clearly, the cards had already been laid on the table.
He did not know why it had turned out this way either.
He had always known that his luck was abnormal, but under the pressure of the outside world, he had no choice but to proceed like this.
"If you're going to die, at