"Master?" Chu Yan stared at Xiao Long, his eyes full of absolute, unwavering dependence.
That's right, in his desperate mind, Xiao Long was a true hidden master, his ultimate number one backer, far surpassing even the trust he had with Elder Mu.
To Chu Yan, this master of his was the only anchor keeping him grounded in this chaotic, terrifying reality.
He trusted Xiao Long with his life, fully believing that no matter how dark the storm became, his master would always find a way to shield him and guide him toward supremacy.
Xiao Long felt a heavy, sickening wave of guilt wash over his soul as he looked into his disciple's trusting eyes and instantly felt a deep, twisting conflict.
Should he use his own accumulated personal luck, permanently damaging his future cultivation path, lowering his system level, and escape alongside the boy?
Or should he ruthlessly use the remaining luck of his own disciple, sacrificing the boy's destiny to successfully escape alone?
