After six months, Jiang Churan looked more mature and elegant. She had her hair down and was wearing sunglasses, an oversized sweater and a pair of skinny jeans, like an urban girl.
The last time they met was on Yun Wu Mountain when Chen Fan killed seven Immortal State Warriors.
"It's been a while. Are you going to Europe too?" Chen Fan smiled and said.
The two of them held many grudges against each other in the past, but Chen Fan stopped caring about them as time passed. On the contrary, Chen Fan started to find their friendship treasurable since he had fewer and fewer old friends left.
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
Jiang Churan cracked a smile.
She stared at the indifferent young man in front of her. Who would think he was the most powerful person in the Dark World, the Sect Master of the North Qiong Sect and the famous Sage in Myanmar?
