The girl was a little younger than him, around twelve or thirteen.
She wore a green dress faded somewhat from washing. The fabric was plain, but it had been scrubbed clean.
Her hair was tied back with a simple strip of cloth, with a few unruly strands hanging over her forehead.
Her little face was filthy, like that of a little tabby cat.
Yet her eyes were bright, like black gemstones.
Only, those beautiful eyes lacked vitality, filled instead with confusion and bewilderment.
She stared blankly at the candied hawthorns on the peddler's pole, crystal-clear drool trickling from the corner of her mouth without her noticing.
An innocent, contented foolish smile hung on her face.
The instant he saw those two figures, Li Xiaoyu's breath caught.
Beside him, Lu Xueqi's body also stiffened abruptly.
It was him!
It was her!
Though their appearances had changed somewhat, though their temperaments were worlds apart.
The contours of their brows, the stubbornness deep in their eyes, the purity in their smiles.
There could be no mistake!
Three hundred years of waiting, three hundred years of searching.
At this moment, they had become reality before their eyes.
Zhang Xiaofan.
Bi Yao.
They had truly returned.
Above the treetop, Li Xiaoyu and Lu Xueqi faced each other in silence.
Complex emotions surged into both their eyes.
The wild joy of finding old friends.
The relief of seeing that they were safe and sound.
And a pang of sorrow as well.
Zhang Xiaofan, once a peerless genius who cultivated Dao, Buddhism, and demonic arts alike and stirred up storms across the world, had now become an utterly ordinary farm boy.
Bi Yao, once the clever and eccentric witch of the Demon Sect, had now become a foolish girl in green.
Was this reincarnation?
"This is good