Supressing Everything With a Palm
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Fang Jinyu didn't touch the wooden abacus with an unknown and mysterious origin. After all, it only seemed to be clear, but in fact, he still knew nothing about it. It was because all the known information was only in the abacus, or the so-called "organization," or the information the tribulation-luck immortal treasure wanted him to know.
It was still hard to say whether the information was true or false.
What if the other party had suffered such "man-made lightning" in the past, so he had deliberately created such a thing to kill a new Incarnation stage cultivator like him who specialized in lightning cultivation to vent his anger?
Moreover, although the term "seat" didn't sound like it had any negative or special meaning, Fang Jinyu always had the feeling that the "organization" wasn't formal.
After all, Fang Jinyu had heard a story about 108 heroes. The people there liked to arrange their seniority according to their "seats."