Zhao Xing looked up at Han Chuchen on the ridge.
Han Chuchen looked at Zhao Xing in the pit.
Both recognized each other.
In the Primordial Realm's Minister of Agriculture, there aren't many battle-type members of the Self Sect, making it easy to remember those with somewhat notable abilities.
Moreover, Zhao Xing and Han Chuchen could perceive the subtle connection of fate linking them.
This was the cause and effect sensing generated after meeting and being in the same faction.
The line of cause and effect was weak, yet very resilient.
"So it's Brother Han, what a coincidence."
Zhao Xing sensed an unusual tension in the other's emotions.
If Han Chuchen's emotions were calm, that would indeed be strange!
"It's this guy, it really is him!"
Han Chuchen murmured to himself.
Behind him, a pair of wings woven from white leaves spread out, kicking up a solar storm as he quickly descended to the pit.
"Zhao Xing, why are you here?!"
