Lu Yin frowned. It was just a name, so why did it have such a powerful effect? Was that really necessary?
He looked at the storyteller.
As it happened, the storyteller looked over at him too. Their eyes met: one was bewildered, the other wore a teasing smile.
"What does that name represent?" Lu Yin asked. The other creatures nearby were curious as well. They just couldn't understand what was so frightening about a name.
The storyteller chuckled. "I forgot to tell you: there's a way to judge a powerhouse's standing in the Drifting Camp. It's called the Black Book White Characters. Once you reach a certain level, you can have your name written in white characters in the Drifting Camp's Black Book and lay down rules."
"Creatures in the Drifting Camp have no freedom. They can't even decide whether they live or die. But if you lay down rules, you can determine the course of their lives—and even whether they live or die."
"Su Xin Sect's name is written in white characters in the Black Book. It's a Main Dao of Luck Main Sequence. They once slaughtered three Divine Palaces and two pairs of Karma cultivators who had fixed their destiny discs. They even cut down the Main Sequence that came after them. What do you think—are they afraid?"
Lu Yin's pupils flickered. He looked at the storyteller, but his thoughts were on those three words: Su Xin Sect.
A name in the Black Book, the slaughter of three Divine Palaces and Karma cultivators, the downfall of a Main Sequence—each and every deed spoke to how terrifying the Su Xin Sect was.
"Heh. Luck is a strange thing. Every living being needs it. Good luck follows you, and you'll unconsciously go wherever it benefits you. If something threatens you,