But now that the great era had arrived and luck had manifested, he clearly remembered that luck being golden—pure, utterly righteous, and brimming with the most unyielding yang aura. Yet why did Ye Lin's luck reveal a trace of evil qi, inside and out?
Could it be that once luck burned, it turned into this?
Could it be that he truly did not understand luck? The methods of the invincible were indeed ever-changing and unfathomable. Perhaps he simply had not seen enough of the world.
He had not understood before, but now he understood a little.
Upon hearing Li Xiaocheng's words, Ye Lin shot him another glare. That look seemed to say: Do you understand luck, or do I?
When it came to luck, no living being in this world understood it better than the invincible.
Because the invincible toyed with luck, controlled luck, and wielded luck.
After being glared at by Ye Lin, no matter how suspicious Li Xiaocheng was, he could only bury those doubts deep in his heart.
Perhaps he was the one being ignorant.
What they did not know was that Li Xiaoyao, suppressed by Ye Lin, was gradually developing crimson eyes.
Ye Lin in the distance noticed at once that something was wrong.
"Someone can even uncover my luck secret art so thoroughly. Who exactly is plotting against me?"
Ye Lin was deeply astonished. Whoever was plotting against him had even managed to investigate his luck secret art. They truly had some skill.
This also told him that the person plotting against him was certainly no ordinary figure—at the very least, a Golden Immortal powerhouse.
A Golden Immortal powerhouse had intervened. A Golden Immortal powerhouse also wanted a share of the spoils in this great era.
```text Name: Li Madman
Cultivation: Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal