"This isn't a safe place," he added, his voice lowering slightly. "You should go back home."
Hearing that familiar, yet distant, tone, something inside Lana stirred.
For a split second, she almost laughed. 'He hasn't changed at all …'
That same instinct.
That same habit of protecting others, even strangers. Just like in her previous life.
She suppressed the smile that threatened to form at the corner of her lips and instead looked at him calmly, her gaze steady.
"I'm the mystic cultivator you contacted," she said.
The words fell quietly...but they hit like thunder.
Sean froze. His eyes widened as disbelief spread across his face.
"…What?"
For a moment, he simply stared at her, as if trying to process what he had just heard.
When he had sent that message...he hadn't expected much.
At best, he thought the site owner might reply coldly… or not respond at all.
But instead...they had asked for details. They had listened. And now they had come.
