C21 The Luck of Luck

Three years later …

Yeh Han closed his eyes and let his Qi sink into his dantian. His hair moved without any wind, and something flowed into his dantian. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough." Yeh Han coughed a few times. It was weird, it was not wrong