"You really can guess it."
Xuan Mingyu was slightly taken aback but wasn't surprised; he seemed to thoroughly enjoy communicating with An Jing. Maintaining his surrendering posture, he nodded with a smile, "Reborn... a good definition, but in fact, I am not exactly reborn."
"Be more specific."
An Jing's thoughts moved, and the light around him condensed into a makeshift chair.
He sat on it and nodded for Xuan Mingyu to continue, "Actually, I don't think you are entirely reborn either, at least not the 'constantly repeating the same life' type; if you were, you would definitely do something against me, or against Bai Qinghan."
"But in fact, except for an extraordinarily mature mindset and mental state, I can't see much 'future foresight' from you."
"You don't know me, and you don't know Bai Qinghan; you don't even know your own destiny."
