Momo

The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; 
The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart.
A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...

Sage of Humanity

This ghost cultivator sensed Lu Ye's gaze, indicating his strength wasn't weak. However, without certainty about Lu Ye's exact location, he dared not act recklessly.


A moment later, he quietly moved away from the area where Lu Ye was, clearly wary or perhaps misunderstanding something.


The multicolored cloud stopped, about several miles away from Lu Ye.


Looking in that direction, Lu Ye felt a surge of relief. That position was likely where he had first noticed the cloud. In other words, had he not run, he would now be directly underneath it.


That was a close call, fortunate that he had run, or his current situation would be quite awkward.


Lu Ye suddenly remembered the situation with the heaven-bestowed spirit fortune stick last time. The sticks flying out of the cloud radiated outward in all directions. Being directly underneath, he really couldn't have grabbed any sticks.


So, his current position was actually the truly awkward one.


Chapter 503: Unlucky Guy