We meet again...
Zhao Douan lay on his back in a "big" character shape in the desolate winter mountains, with a pile of withered branches and fallen leaves beneath him, and towering trees piercing into the gray sky within his sight.
A cold wind blew, and a few leaves twirled down from the branches.
He smiled peculiarly as he gazed at Princess Lu, who pointed a sword at him.
The moment he caught sight of the silver mask, he understood the source of that indescribable "familiarity" from their meeting that day.
It was the aura.
Princess Lu possessed a unique aura he had only ever seen in Pei Niannu—difficult to articulate, yet undeniably present.
A faint recollection: On Linfeng Road, when he had met the Shadow Guard known as "Hong Ye," there was a vague similarity, but nowhere near as close as Lu Yaner and Pei Niannu.
Prince Jing's Princess, a powerful sorcerer? Not too unexpected.
But that she was the heir to Pei Niannu's legacy truly surprised him.
