People get frail with age; I cannot withstand such frequent shocks anymore. If I don't adapt soon, I'll eventually be scared sick by this youngster.
Qinglian smacked his lips, thinking about it carefully and finding it quite reasonable.
Given his lifespan, two years and two months were essentially the same. If he really got scared once every two years, he couldn't bear it either.
"Luck, huh? Lucky indeed... I'm just lacking a bit of luck."
Qinglian shifted his gaze to Chen Hua, who was in the Array, and expressed his thoughts with a tone full of awe.
Unexpectedly, Chen Hua had seen the opportunity to break through to the Tenth Realm before him; it had to be said, luck is indeed a curious thing.
Over three epochs, he had seen more confrontations between the Abyss and Mystical Mechanism than an ordinary person has had meals. Yet, he hadn't been able to discern anything from those two.
