At Last, They Met ((o))

At Last, They Met ((^o^))

"He said Chen Yan was his friend's child. He'd been searching ever since his friend's entire family disappeared, and only sensed Chen Yan when his Martial Soul awakened, so..."

The Orphanage director wore a dark expression, the wrinkles on his face seeming even deeper.

"So? So what? He wants to take him away now? We publicized him for so long before his Martial Soul Awakening, and no one came. The moment his Martial Soul awakened, they showed up. Heh... Did he really fail to notice, or was he pretending not to?"

His chest heaved violently, clearly enraged. But in the end, he let out a sigh and asked,

"What did the military say?"

"The military said... they could make certain concessions."

"Heh... They made concessions without even knowing whether the other side was telling the truth. Should I say the military has fallen, or that it's been assimilated by the Spirit Pagoda?"

He stood there with his eyes closed for a long, long time before finally opening them.

"Tell them we want visitation rights once a year, to ensure the child's future development."

"Understood."

The man bowed slightly, then left the room and shut the door behind him.

Bang—

The door closed softly, but it did nothing to quiet the old man's raging heart. He stood ramrod straight, silent for a long while.

"Xiaoyan, come here!"

Aunt Yang waved to Chen Yan from outside the classroom door.

Chen Yan was a little puzzled. Aunt Yang normally would not call a student out during class, so had something happened? Could someone have taken an interest in his talent?

Thinking this, Chen Yan called out a goodbye to the teacher and followed Aunt Yang away.

The teacher watched Chen Yan leave the classroom, glanced at the noisy students, and clapped his hands.

"All right, quiet down. Chen Yan may have something to take care of. Let's continue with the lesson."

The words carried Soul Power, and everyone in the class heard them clearly. Before long, the commotion died down.

Chen Yan followed behind Aunt Yang. Judging by the route, they should be heading toward the director's office.

He did not ask why. What was the point? It would not make any difference. He would find out when they got there.

Aunt Yang passed through rows of buildings and took several turns before arriving at the director's office. She knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock—

"Come in."

A vigorous male voice sounded out. Inside were an elderly man, a middle-aged man, and a little girl.

The little girl was not only stunningly beautiful, like a porcelain doll, but also had silver hair. Chen Yan inexplicably sensed a bloodline connection from her. His instincts told him that these two had an extremely high dragon content.

Ehh... No way. It can't be this much of a coincidence, can it?

Chen Yan felt that even if his Golden Dragon Martial Soul could not compare to the Golden Silver Dragon Kings, it should at least be on par with the Nine Dragon Kings. Even if it fell short, it could only be by a tiny margin! Otherwise, wouldn't its prestige be far too lacking? I transmigrated here with neither some damn system nor an old grandpa mentor. If I don't even have an awesome Martial Soul, wouldn't my transmigration have been for nothing?

Therefore, the little girl's Martial Soul was a dragon and of extremely high quality. She also did not seem human. Combined with her silver hair and purple eyes... Holy shit... I ran into the final boss right at the start?

The girl took in every expression Chen Yan made after entering, and a bright glimmer flashed through her eyes.

The director naturally noticed his expression as well, and doubt surfaced in his heart. Could they really know each other?

But there was no point worrying about that now. The director sighed inwardly, though his face remained impassive.

"Xiaoyan, you're here!"

"Yes, Grandpa Director." In the end, Chen Yan chose to follow his heart and obediently greeted him.

The director sighed inwardly once more. He decided it was best to cut through the mess quickly and get it over with, so he spoke directly.

"This is a friend of your parents. He's here to take you to his home and raise you."

After hearing the director's words, Chen Yan slowly produced a question mark.

I have parents? Seriously? Do you think I'm that easy to fool? I'm a college student, you know!

Fine, you want to trick me? You really picked a soft target!

It's one thing to trick me, but look at these two—do they even look human? Even if they do look human, you're just handing me over like this? Doesn't your conscience hurt?

From lamenting his own weakness to condemning the director's utter inhumanity, Chen Yan was practically on the verge of tears.

He was being sold off!

"Director, isn't this too sudden? Chen Yan has lived here for six years, after all..."

At that moment, Aunt Yang spoke up.

The director knew that this was problematic. The child had lived in the Orphanage since infancy. Suddenly handing him over to strangers and making him leave the people and things he knew would inevitably frighten him. Yet he had no right to choose otherwise. Who would give up a genius with Innate Full Soul Power and a top-tier Martial Soul?

"It's all right. Although he won't be living at this Orphanage anymore, we'll still send people to visit him every year."

"This..."

After hearing the director's words, Aunt Yang hesitated. Naturally, she understood the implication behind them: the matter had already been decided and would be difficult to change.

Chen Yan understood as well. He was about to walk straight into the tiger's den.

Still, he felt a trace of relief as he looked up at the middle-aged man's cold, stern face. What if he really was a friend of his parents?

But the truth proved that you never knew whether tomorrow or an accident would arrive first.

The silver-haired little girl stepped forward. Poised and graceful, she extended her chubby, porcelain-like little hand and said,

"Hello, I'm Gu Yuena."