The commotion caused by Rong Zun was unknown to the prodigies in the Champion Battlefield who had not yet entered the Higher Sect.
Therefore, Lin Su did not know where his suddenly vanished Fortune Power had gone.
After searching around for quite a while without noticing any gains, he gradually let the matter go.
This Fortune Power is inherently mysterious; who knows where it might have manifested?
The only thing Lin Su can be sure of is that whatever it manifested on, it certainly wasn't a bad thing for him.
"Brother Lu, Little Ye, how much Fortune Power do you two have left?" Lin Su asked as he looked at Lu Ziye and Lin Ye.
When facing Wang Zhao, these two must have consumed quite a bit of Fortune Power.
"I have thirty percent left." Lu Ziye spoke up actively.
"It seems I only have ten percent left." Lin Ye's expression turned bitter, looking helpless.
