"I just predicted Zhang Hanyang's luck. He seems to be too lucky."

There was a red light in Liao Qingguang's eyes.

He could predict other people's luck of the following ten years, or their experience in the past ten years, even if they were martial artists.

But when he met Zhang Han for the first time, he couldn't predict the young man's future at all.

That was why he always looked at Zhang Han in surprise. But just before Zhang Han entered ...