This is the red string of fate between Yang Tianyou and his wife.
The old Daoist contemplated briefly, then grabbed the gray string out of thin air, intending to weave it into the red string using the Secret Technique he had comprehended before.
Li Ping'an's recently calmed heart sank once again.
Goodness!
Is Zhunti planning to create a triangular red string?
As a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, does he truly not fear breaking the rules set by the Heavenly Dao and suffering its backlash?
Yang Tianyou's wife is pregnant, and Li Ping'an did not dare to be negligent. He immediately spoke up:
"So it's you."
The old Daoist's body tensed slightly, then quickly returned to normal. A faint cold smile appeared on his lips as he turned around silently, facing backward.
His hands still held onto two strings of fate.
He seemed to think that Li Ping'an could not see his location.
