In the depths of the dense fog on Suyuan Mountain, Alucia Faust suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Dai Wei was still puzzled when a person emerged from the thick mist.
Renice Dailun.
"Milan???"
But at this moment, Renice had a familiar smile on the corners of her mouth, and her eyes showed a depth that did not belong to her.
Somehow.
Alucia's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Are you... Lumian?"
Renice tilted her head, the movement identical to that of Alucia's late husband in her memory. Her voice was gentle, but it carried a certain timeless echo: "Alucia, you are still so perceptive."
Alucia's fingers clenched, nails deeply digging into her palms: "Impossible... Lumian is already dead."
