He was so tall, his steps so steady. He even seemed to block out all the light, as if he were the only thing that existed between heaven and earth.
The dilapidated house didn't matter. The danger didn't matter. The darkness of the night didn't matter. Because he was here!
Xin Huohuo's heart suddenly clenched, and her breath caught in her throat.
She was no stranger to turmoil. She had captured ghosts with Black and White Impermanence, been nearly devoured by an evil spirit, witnessed battles between gods and demons, and traveled the Yin Yang Road. As a living mortal, she had even dealt with King Yama himself. Now, she was at least a novice in Spells, capable of fighting a world-destroyer on her own...
But the moment she saw him, she didn't need to analyze or reason, nor did she need a clear look. She knew who had arrived.
'Bei Mingyuan... Didn't we say we wouldn't see each other again?'
