For Lin Xun, all his experiences seemed to have dragged on through several springs and autumns. It was unknown how much time had passed. 

But to Mu Zheng, who was standing outside the white jade lotus seat, only a quarter of an hour had passed.  

He stood still, waiting patiently.

His severed right arm had been reattached using a secret art. Even if it had not been restored to its former state, it wouldn’t affect him in battle.  

The thought of all the previous encounters brought a gloating feeling to his heart. 

He practiced Buddhism so he attached great importance to fate and karma, and he believed that what he saw related to the principle of karma. 

From every single drink to every single bite, there is nothing that is not preordained!

If something doesn’t belong to you, no matter how hard you work, all efforts would be in vain!

It is a pity that an outstanding figure among the younger generation like the boy will meet with misfortune, but perhaps this is the heavens will. 

With that thought, a smile curved around the corners of Mu Zheng’s lips. 

After the kid is gone, the withered...