If I hadn't embarked on the path of Immortal Cultivation, Bai Mo might have just accepted his bad luck.
But having knowledge of Divination and Causality Lines, he couldn't stop himself from imagining the connections.
"Why am I so unlucky?
"Did I get tainted by something dirty?"
Bai Mo waved his hand, signaling his disciples to step back a bit.
He stood up, closed his eyes, and from the acupoint between his eyebrows, his Divine Sense surged out like an invisible wind, enveloping his whole body to perform the most meticulous investigation.
From the corner of his mouth, a faint green flame emerged, thinly spreading, covering every corner of his body, complementing his Divine Sense to conduct the investigation jointly.
The mountain wind howled in, and the endless grassy fields swayed with the breeze.
From a distance, the disciples watched their master, eyes wide, mouths agape, their furry faces tinged with fear.
They rarely saw their master so serious.
