"Tianjizi?" Yang Ji's heart trembled, and he gave the person before him a deep look.
The name of Tianjizi echoed throughout the Myriad Realms.
Proficient in the art of fate calculation, he would release a true transmission list every three hundred years, specifying candidates for the lists of Wood, Copper, Iron, Silver, Gold, and Immortal, without ever missing a single one.
He was exceedingly mysterious.
Upon hearing his name, all would show great respect and admiration.
As Yang Ji sized up Tianjizi, Tianjizi was also deeply scrutinizing Yang Ji, with words like "Curious?", "A Taoist child?", "Sparse destiny?", "Fate not evident?", "Truly a mysterious person!" appearing above his head.
"I faced a Heavenly Demon's assassination today. Thank you for lending me your aid, Senior!" Yang Ji said, offering a clasped-hand salute.