Wen Zhixing was blessed with serendipity. In his eyes, the difficulty of mastering the Fortune Divine Devil Skill had plummeted from advanced calculus to elementary arithmetic.
It seemed incredibly easy to learn.
"There's a feeling now, not bad."
Wen Zhixing's face lit up with pleasure. Just as he was about to enter closed-door cultivation, a noise came from the tightly shut door outside.
"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen."
A maid within the mansion suddenly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Wen Zhixing frowned slightly.
The feeling of being interrupted during a critical moment of cultivation is naturally unpleasant.
But the voice was indeed sweet, and thinking about it quelled the anger that had just risen within Wen Zhixing.
Humph, not to be repeated!
"What is it?"
Wen Zhixing stood up and slowly opened the closed door.
His gaze instinctively scanned the person before him.
Hmm, not bad.
