This was many people's first time in Hong Kong.
There was nothing particularly unusual about the other places, but the weather alone felt different. Coming from the dry cold of winter inland, they were suddenly met with an indescribable sense of dampness.
If not for the faint layers of clouds in the sky, the temperature here would likely have continued to rise, and the humidity in the air would have grown even heavier.
Ji Li was not in good condition. There seemed to be so many ghosts hidden within his Heterochromatic Eyes that they had become impossible to control, leaving fate restless within them.
As the group of twenty-three walked, brilliant seven-colored light would suddenly flare from Ji Li's position, drawing everyone's attention.
What surprised Ji Li was that Gu Xingjian had even arranged for someone to pick them up at the airport, and that person's identity was beyond his expectations.
She had not appeared for a long time, yet she still looked the same.
Her face was fair and tender, and the natural upward curve of her lips gave her an exceptionally approachable, harmless air. No matter how many years had passed, she still looked barely over twenty.
Though she no longer wore those distinctive ethnic garments and had changed into modern casual clothes, the solitary yet glittering silver earring on her right ear was still just as eye-catching.
Miaojiang. Long time no see.
Ji Li had guessed it. This woman had appeared fifty years later with some purpose. By all estimates, she should have arrived only at the endgame, yet she had exposed herself before everyone at the very beginning.
Other than himself and Gu Xingjian, no one should have known her identity.
Otherwise, the fact that she could freely use cursed items, possessed Supernatural Power herself, and