Before him was a bamboo forest that looked like a scene out of an Immortal Realm, incomparable to the desolate wilderness of the Misty Forest. A flagstone path ran through the bamboo, heading straight into the depths of the valley, leading unexpectedly to a group of buildings in the style of ancient Chinese architecture. On a nearby archway were inscribed three characters brimming with spiritual energy—Mystic Hollow Palace.
At this moment, Xiao Buli couldn't help but reflect on his luck. If it wasn't for the corpse he had stumbled upon, or if he hadn't thrown that copper coin, he would probably still be wandering in the labyrinth. Could this be the power of those seventeen points of Luck Value?
But how could that be possible? The corpse had clearly been lying in the labyrinth for quite some time. Could it be that if he only had seven points of luck, the corpse would have suddenly vanished? Or perhaps the idea of Luck Value was merely psychological, with no real effect at all.
