The face he had yearned for through eighteen years of madness, the face he had dreamed about but could never glimpse—even her expressions when she was wronged or fearful were exactly the same.
Muo Huangnian suddenly recalled the words spoken by the elder beside the Divine Altar eighteen years ago.
[A new High Priest is born, and all the souls who died unjustly shall be redeemed and reincarnated once more...]
So... had she reincarnated?
And now, was this... eighteen-year-old Qin Manman?
This thought ignited like a spark of hope, instantly setting aflame the blood within his veins, long since frozen and corrupted with despair. His entire being seemed to come alive again, rising from a lifeless existence, akin to a march through hell.
Muo Huangnian almost instinctively discarded his gun, striding forward swiftly to shove aside the bodyguard. He crouched in front of the girl and spoke in a gentle voice, "What's your name? How old are you?"
