“I only guessed that this could be the case many years after the fact. Luck is such an elusive concept. Honestly, no one would ever normally consider it a possibility. However, it’s the only explanation how I could lose to an ordinary cultivator, or even a normal human.” Wan Lou sighed. “That woman, Ying Mei, is just as despicable as her mother. Their clan’s been depraved for multiple generations. They used every means available to seize control of the Autumnspring Slip, the mirebound artifact, and found their sect.1

“Many people despise the Autumnspring Slip, but nothing can be done about them. Instead, the Autumnspring Slip grows ever more impressive, and they even produced a prodigy who was frozen in the Scion Spire.”0

As his words trailed off, Wan Lou turned to look at Lu Yin. “When I bet against Ying Mei, I wagered that I would never attempt to retrieve Ming Xiaochou in the name of the Everchange Valley. That’s why, when I learned that you agreed to bring Xiaochou back for Xiaolong’s sake, I needed to meet you.0

“In terms of strength, no matter how powerful you may be, how could you possibly overwhelm the Autumnspring Slip? Even a Lesser Sancte would find that difficult. If you decide to make a bet with them, luck will support the Autumnspring Slip, making it impossible to win that way. Furthermore, if you take action on behalf of my Everchange Valley, I will be considered a liar, which...0