Li Guanyi's heart was struck by a fierce ripple.
His gaze turned slightly cold, but the resilience honed by a decade of fleeing from disaster ultimately allowed him to control his emotional upheaval. At this moment, his first reaction was not concern for his Fate Grid but thoughts of Murong Qiushui.
Could it be that Aunt's Dharma Form seal was also the work of this magician?
And was it possible that this very magician had taken his Fate Grid and poisoned him,
thus forcing his mother to expend a third of her Primordial Spirit to transfer the Green Bird to himself, which ultimately led to her inability to leave that palace and dying in the flames?
With this thought, Li Guanyi's hand gripping the hilt of his sword nearly lost control.
Martial Artists should possess a measure of ferocity and a hint of murderous intent.