"You're right," Zhen Ping Fan said with a nod, "It all depends on luck. 10, 000 years ago, I was confident I'd be able to grab the token with the number one if it had appeared near me. Alas, I only managed to obtain the token with the number two."
Duan Ling Tian felt rather speechless when he heard Zhen Ping Fan's words. In the end, he smiled and said teasingly, "Drawing the number 2 is useless if one isn't strong enough…"
Zhen Ping Pan looked at Duan Ling Tian unhappily when Duan Ling Tian brought up the past.
In the past, Zhen Ping Fan managed to draw the number two, but he lost his challenges and was knocked out of the top ten. Perhaps, if he had managed to rank in the top ten and obtained two slots to enter the Secret Holy Realm, the Pure Yang Sect would have given him more resources, and he might have become an intermediate Emperor of Gods by now.