The others nearby also noticed that something was different about Jiang Ping An.
One bold otherworldly being raised their voice and shouted:
"Elder Nangong, why doesn't this person have a pillar of fortune light around him? Why is he flashing red instead?"
The beings in the plaza all turned to look in unison upon hearing this.
Seeing the baleful red light emanating from Jiang Ping An, the many beings were all greatly surprised.
Everyone had a golden pillar of fortune light above their heads, yet this person had none. Instead, he gave off an eerie red glow.
From the moment he activated the [Divine Mirror of Fortune], Nangong Longxiao, floating in the air, had noticed Jiang Ping An's condition.
Seeing someone ask, he put away the divine mirror and stared at Jiang Ping An with regret. "Fortune scattered, baleful light soaring to the heavens, misfortune entwined around the body—this is an irreversible sign of impending death."
Upon hearing this, the beings near Jiang Ping An hurriedly moved away, afraid that his bad luck might rub off on them.
"This guy has disaster written all over his face. One look tells you he has no fortune."
"Strange. If he has no fortune, how did he even reach the holy land?"
"Stay farther away from him. Don't let his bad luck taint you."
In the blink of an eye, there was hardly anyone left around Jiang Ping An.
Demon Illusion Fairy, who stood closest to Jiang Ping An, did not leave. Her face was filled with disbelief.
"How could this be? Your origin was merely damaged—how could your life be in danger as well? Are you hiding something else?"
Jiang Ping An remained silent, which was as good as admitting it.
That treasure mirror, capable of manifesting a person's fortune, was incredibly