"Captain, how on earth do you know this guy? He feels like a hustler from the martial world. Look at him, he's been at it for a while, nothing but mysterious play, there's just a few mirrors, can they really find the murderer?" Uncle Qin was somewhat speechless towards Ren Feifan.
Ren Feifan, who was arranging the formation, flashed a faint smile without arguing. It was the difference between a mortal and a cultivator.
Who would slap whom in the face will reveal itself naturally.
Ren Feifan held a bronze mirror in his hand and started pacing with his eyes closed. If anyone observed his footsteps carefully, they would definitely find that with each step, his toe tip was drawing a circle on the yellow ground. To others, it appeared as if Ren Feifan was dragging his shoes along.
Suddenly, Ren Feifan's eyes snapped open, his fingers formed a sign, and he threw the bronze mirror in his hand into the air!
