"Then pray he's still alive."
Ye Lin gave a soft laugh, looking utterly unconcerned.
In truth, he simply did not care.
Judging from Taiyuan's panel earlier, that fellow would not die easily.
Besides, everyone's panels had been rather shabby at first, but the further things went, the more absurdly powerful those panels became.
Ye Lin had discovered a pattern in them.
Those with high luck values could never have terribly bad panels.
Take Hong Batian, for instance. His earlier panel had been utterly miserable.
But what about now?
It had changed beyond recognition, as though he were an entirely different person.
The changes in those panels were simply too heaven-defying.
All of it was tied completely to luck.
"Fine, then we'll see whether the kid has the fate to survive."
"I hope there will still be a day when we can meet that kid again."
Hong Batian looked at the True Feather in his hand, then finally nodded lightly and said nothing more.
"By the way, how about coming with me to a banquet? I'll introduce you to some of the Central Star Domain's foremost figures in advance."
"There, you'll be able to meet the so-called imperial sons—the descendants of Daluo Golden Immortals."
All of a sudden, Hong Batian's thoughts shifted, and he spoke to Ye Lin.
"Oh? A banquet? A place where countless prodigies from the entire Central Star Domain gather?"
Ye Lin suddenly narrowed his eyes at Hong Batian.
"Naturally."
Hong Batian nodded lightly. Ye Lin had truly arrived at the right time.
His timing could not have been better.
"Then let's go take a look."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin nodded in agreement.
He happened to want to broaden his horizons as well.
"Why wasn't I informed about such a grand event?"
At that moment,