At Northern Cloud Residence, Ye Feng sat in his study, immersed in deep thought. The study was his sanctuary, where he retreated whenever he encountered a particularly perplexing problem or needed to think something through. Not even Hong Qingyan dared to disturb him at such times.
"Luck, truly a vicious approach, attempting to seize and devour my luck."
Every time Ye Feng thought about this, a shiver of fear ran through him. While he had previously felt discomfort whenever he was near that little baby girl, he hadn't given it much thought at the time.
If it hadn't been for his fortunate acquisition of the Divine Path Heavenly Edict Scroll, he might still be in the dark. If this had continued for long, his luck might have been completely siphoned off by the other party. He shuddered to think of the consequences.
