"Qizhenzi, take a good look—do you recognize me?"
The voice was extremely unfamiliar, yet carried hints of familiarity.
Qizhenzi raised his hand to shield against the sun.
He saw figures descending from the sky. Among them was a man who appeared to be in his twenties or thirties, brimming with youth and vitality. It was—
"It's you?!"
Qizhenzi's entire body trembled, his face filled with disbelief.
Though advanced in age, his memory was still passable.
He would never forget the one who had stormed Tongshen Temple years ago, the chief culprit behind it all.
He recognized him—it was none other than Chen Jichuan from Baozhi Forest of Meishan Prefecture.
"Weren't you—"
Qizhenzi's eyes widened.
The newcomer was the very Chen Jichuan he had witnessed being obliterated, his soul scattered into nothingness. The same man who had led the attack against Tongshen Temple!
A soul scattered to the winds—and yet alive?
