Humans have an instinct to seek luck and avoid danger, which becomes increasingly accurate as their strength grows.
At the same time, in South China, in a Taoist temple deep within the clouds.
Li Qingfeng put down the teacup in his hand and looked towards the northwest, a hint of astonishment flickering in his bright eyes, as he too saw the figure within that black mist.
"Three kinds of Power of Rules..."
"That golden one I cannot fathom, but the remaining red and blue... should it be Water and Fire, or Ice and Fire?"
"But why just these two?"
"Within Huaxia, currently there should not be a Titled Grandmaster who possesses two completely opposing Powers of Rules, nor does such an individual exist on the Grandmaster List..."
