Wang Xu God was also surprised. "Xia Shang? How did he manage to track us down?"
Back then, Eternal had erased the traces that Xia Shang had used to track Wang Xu God—the floral pattern on her face. That was how they had stayed safe all these years. Otherwise, he would have found them long ago. So how could Xia Shang have tracked them down now?
The figure rubbed his chin. "How should I put it? I led him here."
Wang Xiaoyu's gaze turned cold, but only for an instant.
"After all, it's the first time you've met me, Xiaoyu. I ought to give you a little present. You can have Xia Shang. Life is long, and it's nice to have someone by your side," the figure said leisurely.
Wang Xu God looked at Wang Xiaoyu.
Wang Xiaoyu fell silent.
Until now, Ancestor Chen had been tracking them. Before Wang Xu God's traces had been erased, in particular, Ancestor Chen had caught up with them several times. Back then, Wang Xiaoyu had said she didn't care. Even when Yuan Qi trapped Ancestor Chen with the Jiangshan Sheji Tu and tried to kill him, Wang Xiaoyu's expression hadn't changed.
But this time, Wang Xiaoyu didn't know what to do.
Because that figure was in the Eternal Life Realm—the most mysterious and unfathomable existence behind the Heavenly Origin Universe. If she truly didn't care about Xia Shang, he was as good as dead.
"Xiaoyu, if you like him, take him. Consider it a gift from me. I mean it," the figure said again. There was no telling what he felt. They could hear nothing but the meaning of his words.
Meaning was all they could remember.
When people spoke to each other, meaning wasn't the most important thing. Emotion was what determined