Counterattack

"What a shame, what a shame. Such good fate, and there's also a purple aura on her; how is it possible she wasn't born in the yin month of a yin year?" The black-robed Warlock shook his head regretfully.

It was the first time Feng Yanli had ever seen the black-robed Warlock repeatedly lament that it was a shame, and she was instantly overjoyed. Although the black-robed Warlock didn't elaborate on the benefits and merely said that Chi Shuyan was indeed one in a million with a rich and blessed fate, Feng Yanli was still excited.

"Master, in case there's a long night ahead, let's open the altar and handle matters tonight." Feng Yanli waited for the black-robed Warlock to calm down before she carefully made the suggestion.

Hearing Feng Yanli's words, the black-robed Warlock looked at her with cloudy eyes, which gave her goosebumps.