Song Yan was cursing Qin Chuan when suddenly a laugh came from behind her, followed by the person saying, "Fifteen years have passed, the little girl from back then has grown up."
"Who?"
Song Yan spun around, her face alert as she looked towards the purple-robed Taoist who was walking towards her with a smile on his face.
This was the Song Family's territory, and it was part of Song Qingshan's private land, where only those closest to Song Qingshan, like Song Yan and Song Jie, were allowed to be.
Yet now, a stranger had appeared.
When Song Yan saw the person, she suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had met him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.
"Little girl, you are just as vigilant as you were fifteen years ago when you first saw me," the purple-robed Taoist said with a chuckle, "If my calculations back then weren't wrong, you've fallen in love with that man by now, haven't you?"
