"Brother!" Only when Chen Jingjing threw herself into Chen Fan's arms and felt the warmth radiating from his body did the stone hanging over her heart finally fall. In that instant as she rushed over, she had truly been afraid—afraid that this was merely a phantom, merely the figure that had kept appearing in her imagination over the past three years.
"Waaah..." At this moment, she had countless questions, countless things to say, countless grievances to pour out, yet they all turned into tears and sobs, as though those endless grievances and matters were being voiced through her crying.
Chen Fan raised an arm. It paused slightly in midair before finally coming down onto her back, gently patting it.
"You've grown taller." Only after a long while, when Chen Jingjing gradually stopped crying, did Chen Fan say with a faint smile.
"It's been three years. Where did you go?" Chen Jingjing stepped back slightly and lifted her head to look earnestly at Chen Fan. Her eyes were a little red and swollen, but joy filled them completely.
"We'll talk later. Let's go inside first." Chen Fan spoke calmly, while coldly sweeping his gaze over the several figures in the hall.
"Mhm!"
Chen Jingjing nodded obediently, without any objection. She knew this was not the time for a long conversation. At least half the powerful figures in the hall were her brother's enemies.
"Actually, Sister Wushuang brought Rumeng and me here this time. If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have been able to see you so soon, Brother." Chen Jingjing and Chen Fan turned toward the hall as she spoke, inwardly thankful that she had listened to Zhang Rumeng's advice and come to the Immortal Ascension Banquet.
"Mhm." Chen Fan paused slightly, then nodded, recalling that beautiful woman from