"Now that the Old City Lord of Beast Gathering City is dead, we lack a New City Lord to lead us forward. Would you be willing to take charge of this devastated city?" A respected Old Beastman stepped forward, his gaze sorrowful as he looked at An Jin.
Song Yi's expression was also touched. His thin lips were pressed into a firm line, and his deep, handsome eyes held a glimmer of hope as he looked at An Jin.
From the moment he first saw An Jin, he knew she was extraordinary.
At first, he thought he was just captivated by her beauty. For a long time after she left, he couldn't help but replay that stunning first meeting in the hazy mist every day.
Song Yi didn't despise himself for it. It was perfectly normal—the kind of desire and thoughts any ordinary male would have for a beautiful and exceptional female.
But now, this hidden passion in his heart was layered with a higher level of reverence.
