The Dice changed again. Its eighteen faces were blurry, but two of them were clearly printed with "One" and "Two."
It was looking more and more like a real die.
[Please name "Form Two."]
Zheng Xiu's fingers traced the face with "Two" on it.
A small Engraving Knife appeared in his hand.
Zheng Xiu stared blankly at the "Engraving Knife" in his hand.
'No. Why did I subconsciously think this was an "Engraving Knife" and not a "Flying Saber"?'
He had wanted to "shoot" down the Blood Crow, and the moment he acted, it took this form.
'Is this the influence of the knife Sun Erming gave me, and his mention of "Divination"?'
'A kind of... psychological suggestion?'
Zheng Xiu frowned.
He had long felt that the Path was like a contagious disease. And Mystics were like the source of this disease, capable of influencing one another.
He never expected Sun Erming's words to have such a great impact.
