He couldn't accept that Shen Qinghan, who had accompanied him for twenty years, had just died before his eyes.
Just when he was utterly desperate—
The blood mist before his eyes suddenly coalesced at a speed undetectable by the mind, instantly forming the figure of a slender girl.
Deep blue long hair, sparkling peach blossom eyes, a delicate body like water...
It's Han Han!
Han Han's flesh and blood had been reborn, she was alive!
She hadn't died!
Lin Zichen's body shook with excitement.
He had thought Shen Qinghan's death on the thorny vines of the Wood God meant there was no chance of her surviving.
He didn't expect that Shen Qinghan would be resurrected from blood and flesh before his eyes, profoundly shaking him.
Wait!
No!
She wasn't Han Han!
After the excitement, Lin Zichen calmed down and noticed something was amiss.
