"Yan Shisan has been taken in as half a disciple by Zhang Tai!"
Yan Jingyang's voice was low as he gazed at the scenery on the lake.
"Ever since that Blind Man arrived, that fellow's had one lucky break after another. Sooner or later...
Sooner or later, he'll be riding roughshod over me!!"
Yan Jingyang could never forget that winter.
Yan Shisan had clearly been someone anyone could bully at will, but on the anniversary of his mother's death, Yan Jingyang had deliberately hidden the paper money Yan Shisan had spent so long saving.
He had left Yan Shisan unable to burn paper money for his mother, then deliberately said that without it, his mother would freeze or starve to death in the underworld.
At the time, Yan Shisan had simply left without a word.
Yan Jingyang hadn't thought much of it, but when he went home that evening,
Yan Shisan had suddenly sprung out and struck him on the head with a rock.
Yan Shisan had entered the first-rank realm early on, and Yan Jingyang had been no match for him then.
He had nearly been beaten to death.
Although Yan Shisan had later been subjected to the clan's punishment and lost half his life,
giving Yan Jingyang a thorough outlet for his resentment, that experience had become a nightmare he could never shake.
As he grew older and stepped onto the path of cultivation,
over time, it had actually become a knot in his heart.
"Uncle Wu, why do you think this is happening?"
Standing to one side in gray robes, Wu Peitong pondered for a moment.
"People have different destinies. Some complement one another and work together, while others repel one another.
A person's fortunes can also affect the luck of those around him.
Once Li Ping'an