Su Qing smiled.
'Seriously...'
'Why do strange things happen wherever I go?'
'I've clearly done my best to stay hidden.'
'And yet things still happen.'
'Shouldn't my luck be good?'
'Good enough to keep me out of trouble?'
'Or is this incident actually a stroke of good luck for me?'
'Is it the girl?'
'Impossible.'
'That girl is just an ordinary person. Could my good luck really just be some kind of romantic tryst?'
'If that's the case, that's just too damn ridiculous.'
'Hidden Dragon Like the Abyss can't be that low-class.'
'This is an Immortal Technique, after all.'
Besides, I've barely used my powers overtly for a long time now.
'My luck should have reached its peak.'
...
While Su Qing was lost in thought,
the female bodyguard received a message.
The Daoist Cultivator before her had no identity in this world, meaning he was unregistered—either a wanted fugitive or an outsider.
The female bodyguard's mood grew heavy.
And at that moment,
