"Your Highness," Liu Mingyun put away the handkerchief at the sudden formal address, "do you realise what you have brought to Us?"
What a strange question. But the complete solemnness on the Heavenly Demon's face told him the matter was of importance.
"Whatever is it, Heavenly Demon?"
"Your fortune appears to be quite incredible, Your Highness."
Liu Mingyun could not understand what Cheon WuHui meant, and he was not sure if he should ask. After all, his luck had always been incredible from the day it was born. For a moment, he contemplated if he was being ridiculed.
But the Heavenly Demon's body was honest, sincere, even. How bizarre.
Not to mention, for him to give such a 'strong reaction', Liu Mingyun could not help but wonder if he had allowed a particularly destructive technique to fall into wrong hands. From a single and quick read, he had not found the technique to be either feasible, or beneficial for the user.
