The Drops Falling on Them Weren't Rain, but Snowflakes

"Councilor Dongfang came too?!"

Zhuang Hong, an Elder of the East Sea Magic Association, excitedly clasped Zhang Xiaohou's hand.

Although the Research Council of the East Sea Magic Association had clashed with Dongfang Chen before,

he, Zhuang Hong, wasn't part of the Research Council.

"He's over there... Huh? Where's Brother Chen?" Zhang Xiaohou said, startled.

When they'd just been climbing the stairs, he'd seen Lingling acting spoiled with Brother Chen, asking him to carry her.

How had he disappeared in the blink of an eye?

"Fan Ge, have you seen Brother Chen?" Zhang Xiaohou asked Mofan, who was standing not far away.

"Oh, him? He went to help that pretty high school girl find her mother." Mofan pursed his lips.

How did that guy Dongfang Chen always manage to win the favor of pretty girls?

He shot Zhao Manyan a look that said he was a hopeless case.

Didn't this guy call himself a lady-killer? How come his personal charm couldn't even match Dongfang Chen's?

Zhao Manyan seemed to understand Mofan's look and helplessly spread his hands.

He could accept being outmatched in strength, but he couldn't even compete in looks. What could he possibly use to compare with Dongfang Chen?

Just then, a spatial disturbance appeared above everyone's heads.

The space gave off swirling ripples like a vortex, continuously releasing silver light.

One after another, stranded residents were spat out of the Space Vortex, slowly landing on the ground.

These were nearby residents whom Dongfang Chen had detected with his Soul Power, but whom the rescue mages hadn't found.

While helping Fang Xiaoxue search for her mother, Dongfang Chen had also rescued these people along the way.

Once the Space Vortex closed, Dongfang Chen stepped out of it as well. He was holding Fang Xiaoxue, the pretty high school