Don't Even Know How He Died (1)

Master Mingdeng's expression changed drastically.

Could it be that such a destiny still existed in An city?

No, should it still exist in this era?

He immediately brought his hands together in a respectful gesture and intoned, "Amitabha, if the donor is indeed the reincarnation of the Ziwei Star, why then protect this calamity instead of stopping tyranny?"

He was commissioned to safeguard Ji Qingwei and could not stand by while someone stealing her luck to the brink of death.

If anyone was to attract the Ziwei Star, it should have been Ji Qingwei.

Yu Xiheng's expression remained calm, yet his aura grew even more formidable, terrifyingly deep and still like water.

"I have no interest in understanding your words, but you have disturbed her rest," he stated slowly.

The man closed his folding fan, and the silver nails buried in the ground swiftly flew back into it.