Qin Chuan, tell me about yourself, I want to hear it." The woman, holding Qin Chuan's hand, smiled gently.
"Okay, what do you want to hear?"
"I'll listen to whatever you say, anything you want to hear." The woman smiled.
She was a smart woman, so she wouldn't proactively say what she wanted to hear, besides, she knew Qin Chuan knew what she wanted to hear.
At least that way he could say what he wanted to say. Sometimes, listening to someone's story isn't because of the story itself, but because of the person.
The woman just wanted to hear Qin Chuan talk; the story wasn't the most important thing, though a little curiosity was normal.
Qin Chuan understood, so he simply told her about his own story. However, a story can be very long, but he didn't speak quickly, so even after a long time, there wasn't much to say.
The woman seemed very interested, occasionally asking questions. The two got along very well, like a real couple.
The woman was lonely, Qin Chuan could sense it. There's no shortage of lonely people in this world, but many people never actually meet a lonely person in their entire lives.
But Qin Chuan had met many lonely people. He wasn't a lonely person, but he could understand that kind of loneliness—the loneliness of the heart, the loneliness of being left all alone in this world.
In his previous life, Qin Chuan never knew his parents, but he had a master, fellow disciples, and a junior sister, so he wasn't too lonely.
Being in this world, completely alone, without family or even friends, felt like the world was cold.
No matter where he was, he felt no warmth. That's human nature—emotional, social creatures. The loneliness within a person is an immense torment.
When Qin Chuan took her hand, he had already decided not to let go, unless she was serious, or even angrily pulled away. Otherwise, even a normal struggle wouldn't make him let go.
The woman did struggle, though, because they were on a busy street, surrounded by people. But she didn't care about others' opinions; her struggle was just an instinct.
Many couples were around, holding hands, some even carrying their girlfriends on their backs. Many people looked at Qin Chuan and his girlfriend, not because they were holding hands, but because the woman was so beautiful.
Of course, Qin Chuan also attracted a lot of attention. Young, with an extraordinary air, clear eyes, and a slightly weathered face, he was very handsome, with a few strands of silver hair at his temples. This wasn't something that could be described as youthful good looks alone; even men who could be considered handsome couldn't compare to Qin Chuan.
This was due to experience, temperament, and many other factors, such as the hardships he had endured—all conditions that shape a person's character.
Suddenly, a faint aura wafted over. Qin Chuan stopped and looked at the woman. The woman smiled, "Looks like we won't be able to enjoy shopping today."
Qin Chuan had only vaguely sensed it, but the woman's words meant she had clearly felt it.
Soon, in about half a cup of tea's time, a group of people appeared in the distant sky. A group of small black dots gradually grew larger, finally stopping not far above.
Dragon Cloud Eagles!
This was a group of Dragon Cloud Eagles, each one stronger than an Immortal Emperor, the weakest being an Immortal Emperor. Several of them completely exceeded Qin Chuan's expectations, their aura no less powerful than the phoenix emanating from the woman.
Soon, Qin Chuan saw the people above. There weren't many, but there were also quite a few—over a hundred.
Standing at the front were eight people, with a middle-aged man in the center, refined and dignified, dressed in a long purple robe that accentuated his indescribable air of elegance.
He smiled at the woman, his gaze gentle, as if looking at a junior, yet Qin Chuan still detected a hint of killing intent.
However, this killing intent was hidden far too deeply, deep within his eyes; Qin Chuan wasn't sure if the woman could see it, he could only barely make it out.
The woman remained calm, then looked at him and spoke: "Sixth Prince, have you come to see me?"
Sixth Prince?