More than a hundred years had passed. A full century and more—and that figure she had thought of day and night suddenly appeared before her again. It all felt like an illusion, like a bubble that could vanish at any moment.
Her nose suddenly stung. The countless questions she had once imagined asking all seemed impossible to voice now. The moment she truly saw him standing before her, everything else became meaningless.
It was enough that he was still alive. Enough that he was still here!
Though she had always believed that nothing would happen to him, more than a hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, she had gone back several times, yet there had never been any news of him again. It was as if he had evaporated from the world, leaving not even the slightest trace behind.
Only now did she realize that, at some unknown point, Ye Xiwen had become so important in her heart.
The mist in her eyes flashed past, and then her gaze became clear again.
"It's all right. Leave the rest to me!" Ye Xiwen tilted his head and smiled. The fleeting mist in Ye Qianqian's eyes had not escaped his notice, but at this moment, he did not know what to say. His heart was a tangled mess of emotions.
Hua Menghan's figure flashed through his mind, their silhouettes entwining together.
"Ye Xiwen, you really must be tired of living. You were lucky enough to escape last time, yet you still dared to show up here!" Jun Dingtian stared coldly at Ye Xiwen. "I searched everywhere in worn-out iron shoes and found nothing, only to obtain it without any effort at all. Heaven truly favors me! The Demon Summoning Banner will be mine!"
"Heaven favors