The Netherworld, a place beyond description.
Suddenly, Ang Xiao, who had been deep in Meditation, snapped open his eyes. He gasped, then subconsciously peered into the distance toward the Current World.
'Is someone trying to harm me again?'
'Something isn't right... This time, it's enough to make my heart pound in my chest. Fortune? Is the mastermind behind the scenes making a move against me again so soon?'
What kind of grudge is this?
At this thought, Ang Xiao grew even more certain that the so-called mastermind was Fortune. After all, only Fortune held such a deep-seated grudge against him.
The question was, what kind of scheme had Fortune prepared to actually give him a true sense of crisis? This wasn't something a cultivator in the Early Stage of Golden Core should be capable of. It was clear Fortune's plot had struck a vital weakness. But of all his backup plans, just how many did Fortune know about?
'He can't possibly know about all of them.'
