The paper boat sailed steadily toward Divine Martial Heaven. Below, Lu Yin watched it recede, his gaze sweeping over the valley. He needed to hurry and roll the die. With his reputation now, he wouldn't get a day's peace after reaching Divine Martial Heaven, just as he hadn't in the Cold Immortal Sect. The only time he could truly be free was while traveling from the Cold Immortal Sect to Divine Martial Heaven.
Naturally, someone else was taking Lu Yin's place aboard the paper boat: Liu Shaoge. With the power of the micro, he concealed his disguise so Food God and Xia Ziheng wouldn't detect it—but only while he remained in seclusion. If Liu Shaoge got close to them, he might not be able to stay hidden.
There was no other choice. Lu Yin could only take the risk.
With Mist Ancestor's speed, he could bring Lu Yin aboard when the paper boat neared the Cold Immortal Sect.
The paper boat would take at least half a month to reach the Cold Immortal Sect. That meant eight chances to roll the die. He hoped those eight chances would let him merge with a Star Alliance cultivator. He had only eight chances.
As the paper boat disappeared from view, Lu Yin stopped thinking about it and took a deep breath. He raised his hand, and the die appeared. The identity of Yu Hao wouldn't be usable for much longer. He hoped his luck would be better this time. He flicked a finger, and as the die spun slowly, it landed on three. Two layers of light curtains appeared.
The first time, Lu Yin had rolled a three. The second time, he had rolled a five. The third time, he had rolled a four. On the fourth, he rolled a one.
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