The man's bad luck was exceedingly strong. Just getting close to him or making physical contact was enough to curse others. Under normal circumstances, Leng Yuan would have fallen victim to it by now.
But as the man sized Leng Yuan up, he realized the latter was completely fine, just like a normal person. He was deeply shocked. In all these years, Leng Yuan was the first person to come into contact with him without suffering any misfortune.
"Wh-why?" he stammered. He wondered why everyone else was plagued by bad luck, yet Leng Yuan remained entirely unscathed.
"Because everyone carries their own fortune," Leng Yuan explained. "You carry extreme misfortune, while I carry good fortune. Both are likely immensely powerful, so they simply canceled each other out."
The purple aura surrounding Leng Yuan was so incredibly rare that a single world might not even produce two such existences. Naturally, it could neutralize any bad luck.
