Mu Chen stared at Mandela in the Grand Hall, his slightly trembling palm revealing his unstable emotions. He would never forget the powerlessness and weakness he felt when the old and stalwart figure took Luo Li away from him.
Yet, there was nothing he could do but watch her leave. He knew it would be years before they could finally reunite.
"Next time, I won't let anyone take you away from me, ever!" The teen's firm voice was still crystal clear in his memory, even after all these years.
The boy had since then left the ivory tower-like Northern Heaven Spiritual Academy to come all the way to the true Great Thousand World. Over the span of several years, the once young boy had gradually matured. Every test of life and death had chipped away the tenderness of the young figure, yet the pair of dark eyes were as tough and passionate as always.
