After a million swords.

Chen Huangyijian suddenly stopped his hand and looked at Luo Zheng indifferently, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that someone could really see through the poem I left..."

"This junior is just a coincidence," Luo Zheng replied.

"No," Chen Huangyijian smiled faintly, "No, the number of luck can also be a fixed number. Someone is pushing you behind you."

Hearing this, Luo Zheng showed doubts on his face. He couldn't understand the words, "Pushing me behind me?"

"I don't know who it is...and I don't know what his plans are, but this is definitely the arrangement for this person," Chen Huangyijian continued.

Speaking of this, Luo Zheng's brows wrinkled. He couldn't understand the mystery of Chen Huangyijian's words, but he felt a little uneasy.

He is not a fatalist. Even if he is in irreversible adversity, he will use his last strength. At least his destiny is always in his own hands.

But Chen Huangyijian's words gave another explanation. Someone was arranging his own destiny behind his back?

Seeing Luo Zheng's slightly tangled face, Chen Huangyijian just smiled lightly, "This is not an issue I discuss with you, and I don't care..." Then he asked again: "Your lotus leaf, open it

How many pieces have you taken?”

"The Hinayana has nine leaves and the Mahayana has twenty-six leaves," Luo Zheng answered truthfully.

Hearing Luo Zheng's answer, Chen Huangyijian nodded again, with a look of approval on his face, "Yes, the Divine Sea Realm has opened thirty-five leaves, and it won't take long for you to achieve Taoism. Yes, yes..."
Chapter completed!