"Isn't that the Gui Clan's ancestral bronze mirror? How could it be in Feng Xiyan's hands now?" Gui Ying asked in shock and disbelief.
While Feng Xiyan and the generals descended the city wall, Gui Ying glanced at the golden lines floating above his own small mirror.
Noticing that some of the golden lines had vanished, Gui Ying's pupils shrank.
After a moment of shock, he muttered in astonishment, "The destruction of this world… has actually disappeared?"
Looking down at Feng Xiyan and the others leaving through the southern city gate, he whispered, "Could the change in this world's fate be caused not only because Grandfather sent Granduncle to another world, but also because of that bronze mirror in Feng Xiyan's hand?"
After pondering for a moment, Gui Ying shook his head.
"This won't do. This young master must confirm whether that bronze mirror is truly my clan's ancestral treasure or not before making my next move."
