"Hm?"
Hearing the sudden whistle of rushing air, Su Muqing shifted her gaze slightly, a trace of frost entering her cool eyes. Someone actually dared approach so presumptuously within the Su Clan. Immortal power gathered around her as she watched the figure arrive before her with astonishing speed.
Their eyes met. One pair was faintly red, brimming with excitement; the other held only icy detachment, its owner's brows slightly furrowed.
"Ying Xiaoxiao..."
Li Hao gazed at the woman before him. That face was so similar-or rather, exactly the same. Even her blue-green clothes were identical. It was as though time had flowed backward, as though she had never left and never changed.
"Who are you?"
A surprised voice sounded beside her. It came from another girl, about two years younger than Su Muqing, whose tranquil eyes held a touch of gentleness. Her lovely face was now full of astonishment.
Her features bore only a slight resemblance to Su Muqing's, but she, too, was a budding beauty of exceptional loveliness.
Li Hao came to his senses. Looking at the rejection and indifference in her eyes, he immediately understood what Ying Xiaoxiao had meant by not yet having awakened. It was just like when he had first met Ying Xiaoxiao, before she had awakened Shi Miao's primordial spirit memories.
His gaze grew complicated. Restraining the thoughts surging through him, he said, "My name is Haotian. May I ask... what your name is?"
Meeting someone familiar as though for the first time, yet not even knowing her name-it was a strange feeling indeed.
Hearing this utterly ordinary attempt to strike up a conversation, Su Muqing's eyes grew colder. Her gaze swept along the trail of immortal power left by his approach. He had come from the Small Annex Garden, which meant he was