Homecoming After Two and a Half Years, and the Two Sisters!

The Dao Sect disciples around them stared in disbelief.

When had they ever seen Senior Sister Ying Huanhuan of Heavenly Hall, usually as cold as ice, act like this? She looked just like a little girl.

Ying Huanhuan buried her face in Luo Heng's chest. Only after a long while did she let go and step back. She tilted her face up to him, a trace of nerves and anticipation in her ice-blue eyes.

"Brother Heng, now that I look like this... am I still pretty?"

Her long hair had turned completely ice-blue, gleaming cold as frost beneath the sun. As the Ice Master's memories gradually merged with her own, her already delicate face had lost some of its old spirited mischief and gained an air of snowy reserve.

But the eyes she turned on Luo Heng were the same as ever, full of undisguised affection and love.

Luo Heng looked her over carefully, then smiled and gently ruffled her hair. "You're beautiful. This look is yours alone, and I love it."

Her eyes lit up at once, and an irrepressible smile curved her lips.

"Now that I'm prettier, you'd better spoil me even more."

"Of course," Luo Heng said with a smile.

He really did like the way Huanhuan looked now. Her bearing had changed quite a bit, but deep down, she was still the girl who wheedled and raised a fuss.

And the change let him see plainly that the Ice Master's memories were indeed merging with hers. Yet she was still Huanhuan, the Ying Huanhuan he knew.

That reassured him more than anything.

Just then, another figure sped toward them from the distance.

Ying Xiaoxiao landed before him, dressed in a simple, elegant gown, her long hair loosely pinned up with a jade hairpin. Her cool face