Then Su Yubing whispered, "I think our trip became a little more complicated."
Mo Yuxin squeezed her hand.
"A little."
Behind them, the road disappeared.
Ahead, the impossible city waited.
And somewhere inside it, something that had known their names for countless lifetimes was already walking toward them.
The first gate opened wider.
The stars went dark.
And the journey truly began.
Mo Yuxin stared at the three words above the gate for a long moment.
WELCOME HOME.
They were not carved into stone. They were not painted onto a wooden board. The words seemed to be floating in the darkness above the enormous gate, formed from pale golden light. Each character carried a faint pressure that made the air tremble, yet neither Mo Yuxin nor Su Yubing could feel any killing intent from them.
That was what made the situation even stranger.
