"You are finally out." A voice resounded and Shen Xu fell into someone's arms.
"Brother Yuan." The double called; his voice laced with a trace of grievance.
He had seen Zhen Yuan for more than seven hundred years.
Now that he saw the person, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved and sad.
"I am sorry. I didn't think I would retreat for so long." Zhen Yuan said and Shen Xu shook his head.
"I don't blame you. I just missed you."
"I have missed you too." Zhen Yuan said, leaning down to kiss his wife's forehead.
After that, the two hugged each other and enjoyed the feeling of seeing each other after hundreds of years apart.
However, the tranquillity didn't last long.
Without notice, Shen Xu suddenly tightened his arms around Zhen Yuan.
"What's wrong?" Zhen Yuan asked.
"Brother Yuan, I am about to advance. We need to leave as soon as possible." The double said.
"Okay." Zhen Yuan didn't hesitate.