But the problem now was that the Adventurer's Paradise issue had yet to be resolved, and she had gained something else—the name Primordial Chaos, which was far more ferocious than Adventurer's Paradise.
She knew a little about Yanhuang culture: Heaven and earth, dark and yellow; the cosmos, primordial chaos!
Primordial Chaos itself described the dawn of the universe, and in many later works, those two words carried even more extraordinary significance.
"Ms. Susan, it seems you've run into a little trouble."
Just then, a clear voice suddenly sounded by her ear. The bedroom lights came on by themselves, and a young man who seemed to carry a bright, limpid glow appeared before her.
A stranger had suddenly appeared in her bedroom. Even with her considerable courage, she still shuddered, but she quickly came to herself and exclaimed, "Zhao, Zhao..."
It was not as though she had never imagined that she might meet Zhao Cheng again someday, though she knew the odds were extremely low. She was merely a relatively ordinary girl, while he was a god—not a false god, but a true one.
Not to mention her mother, a devout believer who had once hung portraits of the Lord in their home. Now, all those portraits had been replaced with Zhao Cheng's face...
Thus, she did not dare ask for more. In her eyes, having once walked a stretch of road alongside such an existence was already a heaven-sent blessing. How could she possibly hope for anything more?!
She had never imagined that they would meet again here, in such a manner.
The location was a little awkward. She could not help feeling fortunate that she had the habit of wearing pajamas to bed. Then she remembered that, since she had been sleeping, she had no makeup on at all,