"Destined person under the mandate of heaven? How is that possible."
Xuan Jizi laughed outright, recalling the Emperor Zhengyong she had met years ago, shaking her head, "That Emperor Zhengyong may be capable, but he absolutely doesn't reach the level you describe as a destined person."
"Ruler of the Nine-Five... Senior, could you have miscalculated?"
Tianxingzi shook his head, then formed a hand seal, his middle and index fingers forming a sword as he passed them over his eyes.
In the dark night, a ghostly blue light flashed by, and his pupils bore a hint of bluish light, radiant and sparkling.
"Celestial Star Eye, open!"
He waved his hand once more, summoning forth a spinning, ancient Eight Trigrams magical artifact which halted midair.
Tianxingzi stepped on it, his entire figure soaring into the sky, reaching hundreds of meters in an instant.
"Senior?"
Xuan Jizi watched Tianxingzi oddly, now high in the air, puzzled at what this senior was up to.
