After a brief moment of thought, Gui Ying lifted his head to look at the sky.
Frowning slightly, Gui Ying flipped his palm, and a small mirror appeared on top of his palm. After forming a hand seal, he tapped the mirror with his index and middle fingers.
A second later, golden lines came out from the mirror's surface, floating in the air.
As the glowing golden lines intertwined and connected with each other, Gui Ying's eyes flickered as he muttered in disbelief, "No way… how could fate be changing again?"
Gui Ying then raised his head to the dark clouds slowly gathering in the sky, then turned his gaze toward the signal tower not far away.
After a long silence, the corner of Gui Ying's lips slowly curved upward.
A second later, Gui Ying suddenly chuckled, his deep voice tinged with expectation as he whispered, "Fairy Bai… Feng Xiyan… This young master really wants to see what kind of fate you two will bring into this world."
