"What's going on?"
"Who are you?"
Bai Mian found it utterly baffling. He turned and saw a handsome face that looked utterly harmless.
Unlike Wan Chaohu, this face seemed to possess no discernible features at all—one could not even describe it with words.
His body felt somewhat weak.
And...
Where was the Power Angel?
The doubt that had just arisen in Bai Mian's heart was inexplicably quelled by something.
All he felt now was anger.
Zhou Zhi pressed a hand onto Bai Mian's shoulder and faced Di Qiuyan and Wan Chaohu.
The Holy Kingdom Plague Exterminators around them, assimilated by the power of immortality, moved in unison.
"Why... are you so surprised to see me?"
Zhou Zhi spoke softly.
There was no greater excitement.
A smile appeared in Di Qiuyan's glacier-like eyes, which had remained frozen for ages.
She sensed that familiar aura from twenty years ago, though it was slightly different. Yet no matter what, that aura could never change; no one could imitate it.
"Be careful... it might not be real."
Wan Chaohu said in a deep voice.
Di Qiuyan shook her head. "No... it's real."
"Zhou Zhi... has returned."
The icy beauty had never harbored even the slightest hesitation or doubt toward Zhou Zhi.
Nor did she need to ask where Zhou Zhi had been for the past twenty years.
She had been certain that Zhou Zhi would return.
The woman stepped forward and gently embraced Zhou Zhi.
Soft, warm fragrance.
Zhou Zhi felt that same familiar embrace.
The comfort of the [mind] was just as important as that of the [body].
A beautiful embrace was also an excellent remedy for plague extermination.
"You've had a hard time these past years."
Zhou Zhi spoke softly.
He smiled and greeted Wan Chaohu.
Wan Chaohu's eyes flickered.
He waved