That gaze came from among the Creation Institute personnel.
It belonged to Tang San, standing behind Yu Xiaogang.
From the moment Xiao Wu pushed open the carriage door, his eyes had never left her.
Eleven years.
She was even more beautiful than she had been as a child.
Back then, Xiao Wu had only been a little girl with a scorpion-tail braid, round cheeks, big eyes, and a bouncing gait like a little rabbit's.
Now, she had fully blossomed, with a tall, graceful figure and exquisitely flawless features.
She stood half a step behind Su Mo. Whenever she looked up at him, her eyes were filled with light.
Tang San knew that light all too well.
Back at Nuoding Academy, when he had told her about the Internal Energy Method, she had looked at him with those same eyes.
He had thought that light belonged only to him. Only now did he realize that when she looked at Su Mo, her eyes shone ten thousand times brighter than when she had looked at him.
And Su Mo, whom Tang San had not even bothered to look at properly back at Nuoding Academy, now stood at the center of the entire Soul Master world, surrounded by thousands and revered by all.
And what about Tang San?
He stood among the people welcoming Su Mo.
"Xiao Wu." Tang San silently repeated her name in his heart. His Adam's apple bobbed, and something seemed to be pressing down hard on his chest, leaving him so stifled he could barely breathe.
He wanted to rush over, to stand before her, to ask her: Do you still remember me?
In the square, Su Mo walked up onto the platform alone.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow. Every step landed at the focal point of