The Angel's True Face, Qian Renxue's Peerless Beauty

On Lin Chen's third day back at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Classes proceeded as usual during the day, and in the evenings, he still took the women to find food in the south of the city.

They finally got to try those soup dumplings. Xiao Wu alone polished off three baskets, leaving Ning Rongrong clicking her tongue in amazement.

Spirit Hall's wanted notices could be seen everywhere in the city. Portraits of a young man had been posted at the city gates, post stations, and on the walls of taverns, sparking endless discussion among the people.

On the evening of the third day, Lin Chen took a solitary walk along the bluestone path behind the academy.

He liked walking this path at dusk. Along the way, he could see treetops dyed warm gold by the setting sun and hear the faint sounds of studying drifting over from the distant dormitories.

He used this rare stretch of peace to sort through the circulation of Soul Power within his body and his insights into the laws. Today was no exception.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

In the stone pavilion not far ahead, a figure stood silently.

She wore a long moon-white dress, its hem gently stirring in the evening breeze like a white lotus quietly blooming in the twilight.

With her back to Lin Chen, she stood tall and elegant. Her long golden hair flowed like a waterfall, glimmering faintly beneath the lingering rays of the sunset.

The instant that hair color entered Lin Chen's sight, a sense of familiarity rose in his heart.

As if she had heard his footsteps, she slowly turned around.

Lin Chen's breath caught ever so slightly in that instant.

It was a face he had never truly seen