Xu Wendong ultimately gave up on the idea of intercepting Huo Anshou's good fortune.
After all, there was no deep-seated animosity or conflict between them, and it was unnecessary to do such a heinous and immoral thing.
The most crucial point is.
He always felt that his own luck wasn't bad.
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Xu Wendong initially thought of seeking out the cultivators from Qingzhou to see how their harvest was.
But just as he was searching.
A familiar voice came from afar: "Wendong, don't go yet!"
Xu Wendong turned his head back.
To see Nalan Yanran come into view.
She was dressed in a red dress, dancing gracefully, like a blazing cloud. The red dress was as bright as the morning glow, accentuating her snow-white skin, as if a fairy had descended to the mortal world.
The lightweight fabric of the dress flowed with her every move, and the sash at her waist fluttered in the wind, showcasing her slender figure.
Her mature charm was displayed to the fullest, captivating everyone.
