The instant Chen Lin saw Luo Qinglan, his heart gave a jolt.
If Luo Qinglan was the challenger, he would not know what to do. The Grand Arena's rules allowed only one of them to remain: if one lived, the other had to die.
Should he attack or not?
"Husband, it really is you!"
Once Luo Qinglan saw Chen Lin's face clearly, delight flooded her features, and she threw herself toward him.
Chen Lin tightened his grip on the Seven-Color Disc again and again, but still did not activate it. He merely stared at his companion's face, his eyes filled with memories.
"You've grown thin."
As they drew close, he spoke softly.
"Isn't that because I missed you so much?"
Luo Qinglan smiled alluringly, then moved closer still, murmuring, "Husband, do you still remember me? You haven't forgotten me, have you?"
At that, she suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a streak of red light.
Swift as lightning, it shot straight at Chen Lin's brow!
They were so close that he had no room to dodge, much less time to use a treasure to defend himself. Bearing an artistic conception that would annihilate everything, the red light stabbed into Chen Lin's brow.
But at that very moment, a lightning ray flashed between his eyebrows.
The red light had only just touched his skin when it melted away like a needle of ice striking a branding iron.
The lightning ray's force had not yet spent itself. It spread into a sheet of light, enveloping Luo Qinglan.
When the light faded, Luo Qinglan had vanished. A Red Fine Needle fell from his brow, and Chen Lin caught it in his hand.
"You were too impatient."
He looked at the place where Luo Qinglan had disappeared, his voice carrying an inscrutable emotion.