Yan Qinghe could scarcely believe what she was seeing.
Su Ningyan stood before her alive. Tall, beautiful and dangerous.
His long white hair flowed down his back like silver snow while black robes lined with crimson patterns draped elegantly around his figure. Those familiar violet eyes rested upon her calmly, yet within them there was not a trace of recognition. Not even the slightest.
Ningyan looked at her with open curiosity before a faint smile curled across his lips. "What a pleasant surprise."
His voice was smooth and unhurried. "You know my name."
Yan Qinghe's fingers tightened around the cup in her grasp.
In that instant, she understood.
He truly did not recognize her.
Her heartbeat quickened faintly.
What exactly had happened to him?
Three hundred years ago, Su Ningyan had died.
Everyone knew that. Yet here he was now, returned as the Phoenix Beast King.
Returned as the terrifying demonic beast god whose name had become a nightmare whispered across the realms.
