The Empress stood before the gigantic bookshelf.
Majestic wind and snow swept across every corner of the loft, the [Furnace] Divine Domain had already expanded, and these wind and snow fell upon Qinglong, seeming to freeze solid... but in fact, they never reached Qinglong's skin.
These winds and snows were blocked by Qinglong's authority from touching his body.
They freeze, they solidify, they kill—
But they can never reach him.
"Indeed, a lucky one who has grasped the 'Power of Destiny'."
Qinglong waved his hand casually, then slowly leaned back, countless winds and snows tore apart, a throne was conjured out of thin air behind him, and he sat comfortably and leisurely upon it.
Lucky one.
This was his evaluation of Lin Lei.
For the mundane
Living for so long, he witnessed the changes of the era of the Five Continents in the past century, standing at the highest position can naturally see the farthest view. To grasp "destiny," such an elusive supreme power, requires luck.
