In the cold rain, three silhouettes gazed out at the storm for a long while.
Ye Chen held Su Yuhan's soft and skinny hand softly while she carried the little girl, Mengmeng. A light beam covered the three of them within.
At that moment, the family of three were finally reunited.
Ye Chen said nothing, and neither did Su Yuhan. She did not even ask where Ye Chen got that terrifying ability of his. She knew that all she needed to do was to support him.
At that moment, a group of people came from far away. There were 700 to 800 people, and all of them were dressed in black martial arts attire. They exuded a cold aura as they marched forward in the rain.
A muscular hunk led the way with a big sedan chair behind him and a big, black umbrella that was blocking the pouring rain over his head.
Su Yuhan could not help but hold Ye Chen's hand tightly by instinct when she saw the people coming toward them. Cold sweat filled her palm.
