Feng Xiyan stared grimly at the growing thunderclouds. After a moment of silence, he called out to the Yin Mirror through his consciousness.
'Yin Mirror, are you there?'
Almost instantly, her voice replied, "Master. Do you need something?"
'The Dizhu Tribe has arrived. I think you should see this.'
Hearing this, the Yin Mirror recalled the Dizhu Tribe's crimes against the soldiers guarding the Yurong Border Pass and the common people living in the garrison city.
She pondered briefly, then raised her hand and calculated with her fingers. A few seconds later, her fingers halted, and her expression shifted subtly.
'I never expected the Dizhu Tribe to be a double-edged sword. If this hidden variable can be used to my Master's advantage, perhaps fate can still be altered.'
With that thought, she waved her hand. Instantly, her form dissolved into golden particles and vanished from the cloud pavilion.
