To the Leader of the Reflection Tower, who urgently needed more luck to maintain his monstrous character of breaking through a small realm a day, this was no different from pulling firewood from under the cauldron!
"Preposterous! Preposterous!"
The self-reflection poster, who had just had a few good days, could not help but stomp his feet in anger.
Just because of the little girl's declaration, his dream that he had finally managed to shine into reality was on the verge of collapse.
The secret manual in his hands was indeed useful, but the problem was that once he lost the endless blessing of luck, his true colors would immediately be revealed and he would be nothing at all.
In a fit of exasperation, the self-reflection poster posted a series of essays overnight.
This time, he didn't say that he was Lin Yi's diehard fan anymore and started telling a story.
The name of the story was 'The Farmer and the Snake'.
