"Just as the Red Sun Ascetic said, either you're born with extreme talent, or you're blessed with extreme luck,"
Not only True Xuanzi but also Yun Yueting and others from the Sword Burial Palace didn't think Zheng Ming would have such fortune.
Yes, Zheng Ming was lucky; yes, Zheng Ming had been picking up treasures all the way at Red Flame Mountain—anything that fell from the sky was an incredible treasure.
But this could only be considered a stroke of luck. To expect him to pick one hundred lotuses in the Ten Thousand Fire Lotus Ponds, all containing Solar True Fire, would be defying the heavens!
Such fortune simply did not exist in this world.
Zhu Xinrong and his companions remained silent, neither encouraging Zheng Ming nor wishing to put any pressure on him.
And at that moment, standing not far from Zheng Ming on a lotus, Zuo Yun Cong clenched his teeth and leaped toward a Lotus Platform nearby.
