After settling Sun Yating down, the chef felt like vomiting. In the pitch-black movie theater, the lights were dim, and his heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea, drifting endlessly. This had completely exceeded expectations. No matter how wildly things had gone off track before, they had never been this insane!
A faint, rhythmic pulse came from Nian in his pocket. A barely visible purple glow continuously flowed from the phone in his hand into Nian. Having absorbed Fortune, Nian became more lively. Qin Fen could see it, but he paid it no mind. He felt like dying right now. He did not dare look at the group chat messages. Even without looking, he could guess what they said.
The Patriarch was mighty, the Patriarch was domineering, the Patriarch was the beacon for people like them! It had to be that sort of thing. He felt so deified that he wanted to throw up.
He could not understand it even if someone beat him to death. How could a Doraemon book possibly wield such power? This was utterly unscientific.
It truly could not be explained through science, because Nian beside him was giving off a strange mist. Mortals could not see it. These wisps circled around Nian, yet eerily gathered around Qin Fen, twisting and winding like six purple dragons!
Any fortune-teller would have been scared to death upon seeing it, because "blessings reaching the heavens" and "great fortune at one's doorstep" were not enough to describe Qin Fen right now. The pinnacle of a mortal's fate was the bearing of an emperor, the exalted Nine-Five Sovereign. Damn it, Qin Fen had six of them now, a level above an emperor.
One had to know that even the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother only had six.