As they parted, Elder Zhu Li personally escorted the three of them to the entrance of the spatial passage.
Looking at Zi Yan, who was still clinging to Han Feng's arm like an accessory, a gratified smile appeared on his aged face.
"Young Friend Han," he said, solemnly bowing to Han Feng, "I'll have to trouble you to take good care of Zi Yan from now on."
Han Feng nodded without saying much.
With Zi Yan and Hei Qing in tow, he stepped into the slowly rotating spatial passage, and their figures immediately vanished from the ancient Dragon Island.
They were finally back!
Familiar air flooded her nostrils. Zi Yan cheered and was the first to rush out of the spatial rift.
Like a bird released from its cage, she excitedly circled above Sacred City, her long purple hair tracing an arc through the wind.
"I'm back!"
Ignoring Han Feng and Hei Qing emerging behind her, she flashed forward, transforming into a streak of purple light as she shot straight toward the City Lord's Manor.
However, when she eagerly rushed into the familiar rear garden, she found it far quieter than before.
The training ground no longer held the figure of the youth carrying a black ruler, sweating profusely.
Nor was there the white-clad girl quietly reading on the stone steps, or the purple-dressed young woman who always rested her chin in her hand and gazed gently at the youth.
In the entire courtyard, only an incomparably beautiful woman in a purple brocade robe, with an icy temperament, sat quietly at the stone table, sipping tea by herself.
It was Queen Medusa.
"Big Sister Medusa!"
There was not a trace of disappointment on Zi Yan's face. Instead, she was even happier. In a flash, she darted to Medusa's side