160 points of Fortune slowly burned.
"Trace Origin and Steal Fortune."
A majestic supernatural force protected his soul, and a whirl of seven-colored light appeared before his eyes...
Chen Ping stared intently.
Vaguely, he seemed to glimpse a layer of a river, boundless and directionless.
He felt like a tiny grain of sand in the water, drifting along with the waves.
At a certain moment, a golden bubble ahead suddenly burst, the light and shadow before his eyes shifted, and the scene transformed dramatically.
He was no longer in that elegant, tranquil room; there was no incense burning before him, and his ears buzzed as if he could see and hear nothing.
"Is this the past, or the future?"
Chen Ping was slightly startled in his heart.
He thought perhaps this Trace Origin and Steal Fortune had ended in vain.
If he had returned to when Old Yuxiao was still in the womb.
