Some friends, though we don't often meet, and may hardly see each other in a lifetime, the thought of them still warms our heart.
Friends are like lamps, illuminating directions we cannot see.
Shen Yue looked like a lightbulb as he illuminated the face of the native, whose colorful face paint concealed a few noticeable pockmarks. With a hint of doubt, Shen Yue made a judgment upon hearing the man's tone.
It turned out to be Jin Xin!
How could Jin Xin be here 800 years in the past? And being chased by a pack of monsters?
Shen Yue had no time to ponder. Jin Xin slapped himself to confirm, "I'm not dreaming!" Then he said, "Shen Yue, we must immediately go back to where I started this journey."
His words were abrupt and the monsters seemed ready to strike at any moment, some already at their feet, poised to launch an attack from below.
"Okay," Shen Yue responded immediately.
He hoisted Jin Xin and leaped through the air, covering dozens of meters in an instant.