"Hu Liena?"
Zhou Chen stared at the stunning blonde woman gracefully descending the spiral staircase and murmured her name.
Though six years had passed since they last met, the instant he saw her, Zhou Chen knew with certainty that she was Hu Liena, the Spirit Hall Saintess.
He found it both unbelievable and immensely joyful.
Zhou Chen could never forget how, that night, Hu Liena had resolutely defied a Spirit Hall elder's orders simply because she could not bear to see him killed, fleeing the Soul Hunting Forest with a complete stranger in tow;
Nor could he forget how, when he had exhausted too much Soul Power and truly could not run any farther, Hu Liena had gritted her teeth and borne his weight on her slender, fragrant shoulders, carrying him hundreds of miles;
Nor could he forget her trembling back as she stood before him when they were surrounded by the Star Luo Royal Secret Guard, with nowhere left to run;
Least of all could he forget how Hu Liena had silently watched him and wept without end when they had no choice but to part...
Over the past six years, in the quiet depths of night, he had often thought of this kind yet devoted woman. He worried for her safety and missed her face.
Zhou Chen had originally thought they would not meet again so soon, but fate was often filled with such coincidences.
Those fated to meet would find each other from a thousand miles away; those without fate would not meet even face-to-face. The ancients had not deceived him.
"Zhou Chen, what are you looking at?"
Zhu Zhuqing had been flipping through the hotel's room catalog at the counter, choosing a room. But when she turned her head slightly, she discovered that Zhou Chen was