After watching the Monkey Leader concentrate on making the royal wine, Zhiran's vision finally faded, and he came back to his senses in his room.
Only, the initial joy on his face totally disappeared, followed by a solemn look.
'Luck…haha…what luck.'
Zhiran couldn't help but curse himself in his mind, thinking that he was getting carried away.
If he had to recall one person who never encountered any luck in his long life, then he would point at himself without a doubt.
He could tell from experience that luck wasn't on his side; after all, luck was nothing but heaven's providence.
Didn't he also use his so-called fortuitous encounter last life to give that bastard an advantage?
After all, a secret technique that could operate in any condition was indeed a treasure he cherished immensely.
But in the end, he had to use it to explode his gold core just to save himself from an even more gruesome fate.
To be honest, Zhiran had a little PTSD; no doubt about it.
