The story split in two.
While Xia Yueze and Qiao Kai were overwhelmed by complicated emotions, feeling that life was unbearably difficult.
Ling Wuyuan's side was utterly relaxed.
The moment he teleported back to the camp outpost, Xi Xianlan, who had remained silent until then, was the first to speak with an odd expression. "So after all that, they were actually drawn here by you... They probably mistook you for some kind of heavenly treasure or an extraordinary fortuitous opportunity."
Although she had been rather bewildered before.
Based on what the people from [Heavenly Martial Hall] had said, she could more or less piece together the beginning and end of the matter.
As she spoke.
Thinking of how those people had gathered because of last night's rainbow light—or rather, the commotion caused by Ling Wuyuan moving at high speed—hoping to hunt for treasure or seek a fortuitous opportunity... Xi Xianlan found the whole matter somewhat hard to process.
However.
Upon further thought, she felt that although something about it was off, the foundation of their reasoning was broadly correct.
The reason was quite simple.
In every respect, Ling Wuyuan's existence truly could be called a kind of fortuitous opportunity.
Of course, that was only if he was willing to offer help...
So long as he was willing.
His will itself was a fortuitous opportunity to the weak.
Unfortunately.
Ling Wuyuan clearly had no interest in that.
Faced with her teasing now.
Ling Wuyuan felt a trace of awkwardness as well.
But only a trace.
"That's why I said earlier that this was all just a farce..."
After muttering that.
He casually removed the mask from his face.
Though he felt the thing was quite suitable for putting on airs.
He ultimately had little interest in such sneaking-around tricks.
After all,