Yang Qing's eyes instantly lit up at Veiled Destiny's reply, fixing on her as they openly bore the question: Which part was right?
Veiled Destiny, whose hands had already gone back for her teacup, softly said, "The four identities belong to the same person."
The parchment upon which Yang Qing had written said identities had its writings leap out of said parchment as if they had a life of their own. Then, using one of the golden strings attached to the parchment as a pathway, they dived into one of the stars that were still on the table.
