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Everything before his eyes was so coincidental. Dou Jing's wife was actually from Chen Lin Village, and she had even been one of the personal followers.
It felt downright fantastical.
If this had been in the past, Chen Xiaojun might have sighed inwardly at his treatment as the "protagonist," as if when one's time came, heaven and earth lent their strength, and whatever he lacked would deliver itself to his door.
But now, an indescribable chill suddenly shot up from the soles of his feet, straight to the top of his head!
This chill did not come from the outside world, but from that eerie resonance and throbbing deep within his sea of consciousness.
His long, fair fingers almost unconsciously pressed against his forehead, and a wisp of his mind instantly sank into that vast Upper Soul Nest, beneath which undercurrents surged.
High above his sea of consciousness, that Black-Red Light Cocoon radiating an ominous, profound aura flashed! Flashed! Flashed!
Was it you again?
In the depths of Chen Xiaojun's heart, an ice-cold voice questioned silently.
Were you the one weaving this so-called "fate"?
This "coincidence" that fit together far too neatly, this "reunion" that seemed meticulously arranged—was Da Siming quietly operating behind it all?
Whenever the word "fate" was involved, its path was always so strange and unpredictable, yet carried a chilling sense that it was all "only natural."
Just then, a cool, pure thread of soul power brimming with vitality flowed soundlessly into his meridians, gently brushing over the nerves that had gone taut from shock and cold.
It was Xiao Yi.
At some point, she had quietly come to his side.
She said nothing. Only those clear, limpid almond eyes gazed at him in silence.
That cool thread of Life Soul Power was