"Good luck?" Ning Fuxun chuckled, "Lin Feng, thinking like that is wrong. If you only rely on good luck without sufficient strength, it will only bring calamity and not any achievements!"
Lin Feng understood what Ning Fuxun meant. When ordinary citizens win a jackpot, why do they need to accept interviews with their faces covered? It's because they know they can't hold onto those riches, fearing that wealth will attract ill-intentioned people and bring trouble.
This also applied to Lin Feng. Even though today he had become the Hong Sect's provisional Sect Leader, if he suddenly lost his formidable Martial Arts, the other leaders wouldn't submit and would constantly find excuses to remove Lin Feng from his position, unable to keep his Sect Leader status without enough strength.
"Brother Ning makes a valid point..." Lin Feng agreed with a nod.
