"Old Brother Changqing's evil incarnation?"
This was Chen Luo's first close encounter with Wang Chengguan. Observing him like this was far more direct than their previous contact through auras.
Yes and no.
Even across the Lake Realm's surface, Wang Chengguan could clearly sense the changes in Chen Luo. His strength had grown again—at the very least, he had reached the Fourth Realm True Immortal. More than that, the occasional flashes of Imperial Realm aura from Chen Luo's body filled him with apprehension. He could not help but wonder whether the choice he had made back then had been the right one.
"You should have come eight hundred years from now."
This man's rate of growth was simply too fast, so fast that many plans could not keep pace with him. In Wang Chengguan's vision, Chen Luo should have had several friends with special physiques, people who would share life and death with him, along with several devoted beauties who would never leave his side. Each of them would possess physiques related to fortune, opportunities, destiny, and the like.
Yet only he had come.
Not one of the beauties or brothers-in-arms from the plan had appeared.
"Why wait eight hundred years?"
Chen Luo found it strange. This time, Wang Chengguan gave him a somewhat different feeling than before. He had sensed this sort of shifting aura from Immortal Ge as well. The difference was that Wang Chengguan's aura had changed even more completely than Immortal Ge's, as though he had become a different person.
"Only eight hundred years from now will that sliver of life appear."
Wang Chengguan spoke in a low voice.
"A chance at life?"
"We are all chess pieces of that old ghost Changqing. He wants to use us to be reborn. To escape his calculations, we can