The Feng True Immortal took back the Immortal Tower, the Immortal Treasure transformed into a stream of light and slipped into his sleeve. He stood in the air, his green robe gently swaying, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he gazed at the void where Chu Zheng had disappeared, a hint of puzzlement and gravity flickering in his eyes.
"Suppressing like this, yet he still found a slim chance to escape. Could he truly be protected by great Qi Fortune?"
He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the deathly silent starry sky.
Born of ancient clan heritage, he had long comprehended the countless causes and effects of the world, with true coincidences being extremely rare.
Especially in places like the Heaven Burial Palace where Qi Fortune intertwined with karmic threads, any event that seemed accidental may be tied to deeper trajectories of fate.
