Wang Wei looked at the unkempt version of him who reeked of alcohol, and he could only remain speechless.
"How could she do this to me? To us?" said the Luck Incarnation
"It's been a couple of thousand years, and you got your memories back. Shouldn't you let it go?" said Wang Wei.
"You weren't there; you haven't experienced the terrible pain. Once you do, you will understand," replied the Luck Incarnation as he took a big sip from his gourd.
Wang Wei's lisps twitched: something changed the Luck Incarnation's mission.
Ever since he was young, he had everything he wanted. He could be walking home from a night of drinking from the Pleasure District and finding a bag full of money or herbs that could maintain health. As such, he never lacked anything in life–even power.
