Chen Sheng pondered:
"The fortune of blue and red isn't weak, but what level does it truly hold in this world?"
Luck has never had a fixed standard of measurement, and without comparing to others, it's impossible to judge one's own level.
He intended to expand the scope of his secret technique for Qi observation to watch the fortunes of others, when the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of something in the southeast direction.
There, an extremely faint strand of black Qi was quietly sneaking in, wrapped in malice like a venomous snake weaving through the web of fortune, aiming straight for the Pan Sword Sect, targeting the chamber where he was!
"Observing Qi to foresee disaster, this is an assassination attempt targeting me!"
Chen Sheng's heart stirred, and with a gentle grip of his right hand, a green light darted out from his sleeve.
...
In Southeastern Qingzhou, by the Broken Soul Ridge.
