Zhao Qiansun wisely sided with Bai Feiyu and earned his approval.
Having mingled with Rogue Cultivators since childhood and seen so much of the ways of the world, Zhao Qiansun deeply understood the saying that a wise man knew which way the wind blew.
Seeing Bai Feiyu's satisfied gaze, Zhao Qiansun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then began cursing inwardly.
I cast six consecutive divinations for myself, and every one said that as long as I entered the Immortal Secret Realm, a great opportunity would await me!
Damn it, from the gates of Sword-Forging City until now, forget opportunities-I nearly lost my life! Now I'm trapped here, a fish on someone else's chopping block!
Could I have used up all the good luck I've had since childhood?
Granted, my luck has always been utterly ridiculous. I'd find a cultivator's Storage Bag just walking outside, dig up Spirit Herbs while climbing a mountain, and even gain a Great Cultivator's legacy after accidentally falling into a valley...
It was only thanks to all those extraordinary encounters that I reached the Core Formation Realm in my twenties, a realm ordinary Rogue Cultivators could never reach in their entire lives!
Despite such heaven-defying luck, Zhao Qiansun had only become more cautious, and after obtaining the "Tianyan Six Lines," an Elder Ancient Era secret art with heaven-defying powers of divination,
Zhao Qiansun believed all the more that human effort determined the outcome.
Fortune-tellers were the very people who believed least in fate!
And so, after weighing the situation, Zhao Qiansun decisively extended an olive branch to Bai Feiyu!
The results seemed quite good. With an assist from those Sword Cultivators who shared half a brain between them, he seemed to have successfully won the goodwill of that terrifyingly powerful white-clad Sword Cultivator.
He was