Guan Xin asked, "Aren't you going with him to the Da Chun Profound Realm?"
"We're going to find someone, not for sightseeing. Having too many people is not good. We'll just wait for him here." Though Luo Qingyao said this aloud, he felt a twinge of guilt in his heart. If only he were stronger, he could share more of the burden for his senior brother.
"Oh no, oh no!" Suddenly, Yan Hui ran over, drenched in the rain, and said, "It's not good!"
"What's not good?"
Yan Hui, clutching three broken fingers, said, "I just calculated Young Master Fan's future fates, and it's extremely bad luck!"
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Fan Wubing looked at the coiled path on the tree bark, pondering Guan Xin's earlier words.
He had to remember the time well.
Remembering time... the last thing he lacked was ways to track time.
The automatic practice of the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill was the best and most direct method of keeping time. After all, it settled its breathing cycle with each breath.
