Bab 1699: The Flower King

Walking on the bare mountain path, Ye Xiao kept both hands behind his back. He was so tall and slim, like a big tree with his long robe flickering the air. He was handsome and elegant. He walked slowly like it was an enjoyable trip to a scenic spot.

"The Matchless Soul Valley; the Matchless Soul Valley. The world's unique scenery. Life depends on fate here; heroes rely on luck!" Ye Xiao chanted and laughed. "Life depends on fate here; heroes rely on luck! Hah hah hah… It is fate, and it is luck… Perhaps, it is fate that pushes everything. Well, this is too pessimistic."

An insidious voice sounded from nowhere as if it sounded everywhere. "Oh? Pessimistic? How come?"