That voice seemed to have once appeared in his dreams, and Lin Xuan's expression instantly turned wild with joy.
Qinxin really was here!
Though they had been parted for a thousand years, how could Lin Xuan ever forget his true love?
Perhaps the two of them had been together little and apart much, yet every frown and smile of his beloved wife was familiar to Lin Xuan.
Times had changed, and at last he had a chance to reunite with the beauty. The expression on Lin Xuan's face was naturally excited and joyous.
However, Lin Xuan still had no intention of showing himself at once. He had not yet figured out the identity of the young girl before him, and whether she was enemy or friend was still unknown. It could never be wrong to be a little cautious.
Lin Xuan decided to quietly observe the changes for a while longer.
But Lin Xuan did not stay idle either. With a flicker of his figure, he continued following behind the blue-clad young girl, entering the Palace without gods knowing or ghosts sensing.
The inside suddenly opened up. After passing through several corridors, a hall entered his view.
It was not decorated luxuriously, and the furnishings were extremely simple. There were only a few pots of flowers set out, giving off a fragrant scent.
At the end of the hall, several prayer mats were scattered about. On one of them sat a young girl with bright eyes and white teeth.
"Qinxin!"
Lin Xuan used an immense amount of willpower to keep himself from immediately stepping forward.
After a thousand years apart, the beauty's face had not changed in the slightest. She was still just as she had been when they first met in his memory, that face that had haunted his