The sudden voice startled Chen Ping'an.
He turned around and saw an ethereal, stunningly beautiful figure, purple eyes like stars, face veiled, appearing before him.
Her black hair danced in the night wind, and beneath the moon, her figure was like a dream woven from a river of stars. In that instant, it was as though something rushed straight into the heart, stealing the soul and bewitching the mind.
Countless dreams, years and time, like fireworks and mortal dust, surged up from within his heart.
"Heavenly Luo Saintess!"
A trace of astonishment and daze appeared on Chen Ping'an's face, as if he were in a dream and did not know he was a guest, and also as if such meetings in the Human World were rare beyond measure.
Under the clear glow of the night, their gazes met, as though crossing through time, one deep look.
This moment, neither of them spoke. The night wind whispered softly; only the two words, silence.
After a long while, Chen Ping'an sighed faintly, his expression complicated.
"In the end, you still came looking for me."
Since the Heavenly Luo Saintess had called him by name and found his door with such precision, then all his disguises and excuses were clearly nothing but useless work.
Aside from lowering his bearing for nothing and wasting time, they no longer had the slightest effect.
The Heavenly Luo Saintess's purple eyes were dreamlike, as if countless stars were shining together. She stared deeply at the man before her, and this moment, no one knew what she was thinking.
"Chen Ping'an, I want you to help me."
At Northern Mountain Pass, riots broke out frequently, and beast tides surged violently.
The talk in the streets and alleys mostly concerned hunting demons and Battle Merit. Occasionally, something interesting would