If destiny had a script, Earth would definitely be the most terrible playwright.
It likes to use coincidence and misdirection, leading chance, playing with inevitability, making everything head towards the most helpless, worst, luckiest, most dramatic directions.....
"...Somehow, something doesn't seem right."
This series of chance meetings, from the beginning, made Lu Ping'an feel a bit numb.
But when Eve left and his plan unfolded as scheduled, everything seemed to return to tranquility.
"Seventeen victories..."
This victory was not easy. The Decree-level martial monks were not easy to deal with. Their proficiency in "entangling" was frighteningly high.
This martial monk's bizarre boxing directly led to the withering of Lu Ping'an's Magical Vine.....
"...Is it death? Or withering?"
"No, it's 'weeding'. This poor monk is a wild monk, and my arch-enemy in life is a Gardener."
Wild monks, those who deviated into the Abyss, are Avengers sworn to "vow to kill this person".
