He had been born into wealth and privilege. The world's riches, martial arts, treasures, even the guidance of famous masters—he could take whatever he wanted. Opportunities, which poor martial artists regarded as life itself, meant nothing to him. One's horizons determined not only one's knowledge, but also one's state of mind.
Secondly, he was naturally broad-minded and possessed a calm, unhurried temperament. Once something had happened, no amount of rage, shouting, fighting, or killing could change it. Better to consider a solution, or simply let the matter pass.
Especially Lishou Mountain—according to Old Daoist Liu, it contained Supreme fortune, but also immense danger. Blessing and disaster went hand in hand. Those who could gain something from it were no ordinary people; and if they were no ordinary people, then they too were people with destiny. Fluctuations in fortune and luck were hardly strange.
Though he was open-minded, Old Daoist Liu did not agree. Shaking his head, he said,
"It is not so. Your fortune has been seized by another, which means your destiny has been diminished by another. This is no trivial matter—it may even concern Twelfth Master's future achievements. How can it be treated as child's play?
"Moreover, although we have arrived too late, we may still learn who did this and prepare a response.
"For this person to forcibly seize another's fortune, he must be a peerless heavenly prodigy with unmatched luck. Otherwise, he would surely suffer the backlash of destiny."
Old Daoist Liu left the rest unsaid, but the young man understood. Either subdue the person and make him serve his own ends, or cut him down and eliminate him.
As the two walked, they vaguely heard, from the depths of their hearts, a furious roar filled with unwillingness. It seemed that even pouring out the waters