"Enough. There's no way for us to have a pleasant conversation." Gu Yi stood up and looked down at the fortune teller. "I would rather die than join your side."

Gu Yi turned and left the secret room.

The colors on the fortune teller's face kept shifting like a palette, until they finally settled into a gloomy blue. He picked up his tarot cards, shuffled and cut them with practiced ease, then drew one card.

—Death, clad in black armor, rode a black horse. Beneath its iron hooves lay countless corpses.