Liu Bai's lips curled slightly at his words.
"This guy's fortunes are still top-tier."
He sighed softly, a complicated look flashing through his eyes.
Back in the Jia Ma Empire, he had known that Xiao Yan possessed tremendous luck.
That guy was like heaven's own son. Wherever he went, he encountered opportunities, and whenever he faced danger, he always turned peril into safety. Yao Lao taking him as a disciple, obtaining the Flame Mantra, and growing all the way to this point—every bit of it proved that.
Even after he, a transmigrator, had appeared, even after he had taken many of the opportunities that originally belonged to Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan had continued to improve steadily and still reached this point.
Liu Bai sighed inwardly.
This was probably the so-called protagonist's halo.
But that was fine too.
The stronger Xiao Yan was, the more beneficial it would be for him.
After all, he needed Xiao Yan to draw the Soul Clan's firepower and fight the Soul Clan until both sides were badly weakened.
If Xiao Yan was too weak and got taken down by the Soul Clan in just a few moves, then his plans would be ruined.
So, the stronger Xiao Yan became, the happier he was.
Besides, if Xiao Yan grew stronger, he would have more good things on him. If there was a chance later, perhaps they could trade for something else.
Liu Bai withdrew his gaze and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Young Master, is he your friend?"
Qing Lin asked again.
Liu Bai thought for a moment, then nodded.
"You could say that. We did not interact much, but we did cross paths a few times in the Jia Ma Empire. His nature is not bad. He is worth befriending."
Qing Lin immediately