Ning Zhuo's Qi Fortune arm, seemingly empty yet not, between illusion and reality. His arm was clearly more robust and solid than the last observation.
Especially before, the heavy array patterns were very noticeable, but now they have internalized into the lines on the arm and hand. Showing Ning Zhuo's greater ease in wielding a certain skill, with deeper mastery.
The Star Cloud that the Qi Fortune arm previously held has vanished without a trace. But occasionally, one can still judge from the blue starlight flickering across Ning Zhuo's arm markings—that which represents the Star Cloud Qi Fortune has fallen into Ning Zhuo's hands, and he has profoundly mastered it.
"What vast opportunities this child has."
"But it's a pity, he will die soon..."
The expressions of the three Supreme Family Elders were quite complex.
