"I, Luo, have roamed the cultivation world for so many years, yet I have never seen such a peculiar spirit bird. Judging from what lies before us, it must be anything but ordinary. You obtained this spirit bird and have Di Kun's assistance as well. You could be considered a person blessed with good fortune," Luo Zhongting said with a faint sigh.
Good fortune was an ethereal, intangible thing, yet cultivators placed exceptional faith in it. Was the path of cultivation not itself equally illusory? Take cultivators like Chi Yunsang and Wang Tuoguai, who had entered Misty Hall together—those who survived in the end had not been the strongest. Greater strength merely meant a higher chance of survival; it was never absolute. Lu Xiaotian believed that the key to his survival thus far had naturally been his early discovery of Luo Zhongting's weakness. As for Chi Yunsang, his death had ultimately been caused by Luo Zhongting. Had Luo Zhongting not severely wounded Chi Yunsang first, then even if Lu Xiaotian had possessed a way to deal with the Red Nan Spiritfire, he would still have been no match for Chi Yunsang. Yet aside from uncovering the secret of Luo Zhongting's Solitary Yin Constitution, luck had also played no small part.
Lu Xiaotian no longer paid Luo Zhongting any mind. He sat down cross-legged, palms turned upward, and closed his eyes to meditate. In truth, his mind was full of questions, but given his current situation with Luo Zhongting, although he had sealed him inside the Soul-Sealing Pearl, there was nothing Lu Xiaotian could do if Luo Zhongting regarded himself as rare merchandise to be hoarded. He could not simply destroy him outright. Luo Zhongting likely had plenty of questions in his heart as well. Whoever spoke first in search of