“Why didn’t I encounter any of this?!” Meng Jingzhou lamented regretfully, convinced that he had missed out on tremendous fortuitous opportunities.

Damn Lu Yang, stealing my fortuitous opportunities! This grudge is irreconcilable!

“It’s all fate. Just accept it,” Lu Yang consoled.

“F*ck off!” Meng Jingzhou snapped. Why do all the good things happen to Lu Yang?

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou had zero intention of fighting at all; Zhao Po had been worried for nothing.

“Who did you bring back?” Meng Jingzhou tilted his chin at Zhao Po.

Dreading another “Corpse-Driving Sect’s Number Two” quip from Lu Yang, Zhao Po hurriedly introduced himself. “I placed second in the Corpse-Driving Sect’s grand tournament. The name is Zhao Po. Basic Golden Core Stage.”

Meng Jingzhou was stunned. Zhao Po seems our age, or at most a year older. Yet with such talent,...