The poor spirit must have blamed itself ever since.
Now, the memory felt almost endearing.
For two weeks, nothing unusual happened. Gu Jin and Long Yifan relaxed, unaware that a great danger was approaching.
Then, on the fifteenth day, as they sat by their chairs chatting quietly, the air around them suddenly trembled. The wind stopped. The sky darkened.
A figure began to materialize before them.
He wore a long white robe, his beard and hair equally white, tied neatly into a bun. His presence radiated immense power.
Gu Jin and Long Yifan both stood up instantly, their eyes narrowing.
The man's gaze swept over them with disdain.
Gu Jin whispered under her breath. "That face…"
Long Yifan's expression turned grim. "The Mage God… Chang Yin."
Chang Yin smirked coldly. "So you still live. You should have died long ago. Allow me to correct that mistake."
