The moment Chuxuan's gaze met the eyes of the woman before him, his heart trembled violently. An unprovoked panic washed over him instantly like a surging tide. Subconsciously, he lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look into her eyes anymore, as if those eyes possessed a magical power capable of piercing straight through his soul.
"You blockhead Taoist priest!" The voice was like a clear spring flowing through the mountains—crisp and melodious. Every single note seemed like an elf dancing in the air, drilling straight into Chuxuan's ears. Yet, falling into Chuxuan's mind, this voice struck like lightning hitting the most hidden corner of his heart. An inexplicable familiarity spread rapidly like creeping vines, awakening memories that had long lain dormant deep within him.
"Hong..." As if under some spell, Chuxuan involuntarily and slowly raised his head to look at Tushan Honghong standing before him. It was a face he knew all too well; every single contour and line felt like an imprint carved deep into his soul.
Chapter 308