'Was that an illusion? It must have been...'
Wan Xian'Er shook her head, took a snow-white veil from her Storage Ring, and fastened it to her face, completely concealing her fairy-like countenance...
'Of course it wasn't an illusion. You've changed, my Xian'Er... You've become even more beautiful...'
As he thought this, Mu Chen had already arrived before the gates of the Ding Palace's main hall. It wasn't yet time for him and Wan Xian'Er to meet. He had only managed a hurried glance just now, but that single glimpse made his heart ache. Yes, Wan Xian'Er had grown more beautiful, but the spirited sparkle in her eyes from years past was gone, replaced by maturity and weariness—all of which was his fault.
'Looks like I need to speed things up.'
However, just as Mu Chen was about to step through the gates of the main hall, four guards suddenly blocked his path. One of them said, "Who are you? I've never seen you before."
