Even ordinary people who knew nothing of the inside story understood a few things.
Lin Su was in the Drunk Flower Pavilion.
He was a Sacred Hall Constant Walker.
He was also Great Corner's greatest enemy.
With a national war between the two countries underway, they could not possibly leave such a formidable enemy rooted in the very heart of the capital. They would certainly remove him.
Now that this Saint had appeared and stepped toward the Drunk Flower Pavilion, she was undoubtedly coming for him.
You most hateful, most arrogant madman—so you had this day too.
The moment the white-clothed person appeared, the wall between her and Lin Su suddenly turned into nothingness. Lin Su raised his eyes to stare at her, and his expression abruptly changed. He could scarcely believe his own eyes.
Sun Zhen!
His Little Treasure from long ago, Sun Zhen!
Five years ago, Sun Zhen had left him for the Heavenly Abyssal Prison.
At the time, that white-haired elder had said that she would return within three years.
Lin Su remembered it, Sister Chen remembered it, and Luyi and Cui Ying knew as well. When the third year arrived, they kept asking him over and over why Sister Sun Zhen had not returned yet.
Lin Su did not know why she had not returned either.
When the three years had barely expired, Lin Su had truly seen her over the Eastern Sea. But she had merely looked very much like her, and he could not determine whether she was Sun Zhen. That person who resembled Sun Zhen could not possibly have been Sun Zhen, because with one palm strike, she had destroyed the Blood Coffin. She was a Saint!
From then on, Lin Su set aside the doubts in his heart. He too believed that