C686 I Missed You!

"Who on earth are you?"

Woo Zhengyang demanded, feeling a chill run down his spine as he met the ghostly gaze of the old woman.

"Who do you think I am?" she replied, pulling out a longbow. At the sight of it, Woo Zhengyang froze, his face lighting up with surprise.

The Bow of No Life!

The old woman held the Bow of No Life, which was supposed to be with Loong Zhiwu, who had taken it from the No Life Sword.

"Ha, now you know who I am, don't you? Come on, let your sister give you a hug..." she said with a triumphant grin, her voice morphing into that of Loong Zhiwu.

From beneath the oversized black robe emerged two delicate, pale arms, a stark contrast to her weathered face, confirming her true identity.

Woo Zhengyang stepped forward but found himself unable to embrace her.

He wasn't particularly concerned with appearances. To him, Loong Zhiwu was just average among the women he knew, but her place in his heart was unmatched.

The bonds that tie people together are forged through blood or shared experiences. Woo Zhengyang and Loong Zhiwu had shared the mundane in the Cloud Fluttering Country and faced life and death with the No Life Sword—experiences that beauty alone could never replace.

Yet, embracing Loong Zhiwu disguised as the old woman felt too bizarre for Woo Zhengyang to handle.

"Hmph! So you just like hugging pretty girls, huh?" Loong Zhiwu said, noticing Woo Zhengyang's hesitation.

Woo Zhengyang gave an awkward smile, silently cursing himself for being shallow, then suddenly went in for a hug.

Unexpectedly, Loong Zhiwu pushed him away, her black robe swirling around her, revealing a light blue dress underneath. The image of the old woman with a face full of wrinkles was gone, replaced by the fresh and charming look of the girl next door, slightly shy and innocent.

Everything was just as it had been when Woo Zhengyang first met Loong Zhiwu. The difference was, back then, Woo Zhengyang had been standing on the arena stage, not paying much attention to the girl who had suddenly appeared. It was only later, upon learning she was the head of the Heavenly Martial Academy, that he felt a sense of awe.

Months later, seeing Loong Zhiwu again, Woo Zhengyang found himself feeling a flutter in his heart. This feeling was something he had only experienced with two people. The first was Nalan Yan'er, the Palace Lord of the Ice Crystal Fire Palace. The second was Loong Zhiwu.

Nalan Yan'er, a woman who had only briefly crossed paths with Woo Zhengyang, had been the first to make his heart skip a beat.

Though it was just a brief conversation, those few words left a deep impression on Woo Zhengyang, especially her final words as she faded away.

"Remember my name. I'm Nalan Yan'er. Your memory of me might be my last trace in this world..."

At that time, Woo Zhengyang didn't know what love was, and maybe he still doesn't. Yet, Nalan Yan'er, the woman in the pure white gown, with her natural beauty that could captivate nations, had somehow become a part of him. She flowed through his veins and was etched into his soul.

To say it had nothing to do with Nalan Yan'er's beauty would be self-deception. But to claim it was solely because of her looks wouldn't be right either, as she was merely a lingering spirit from millennia ago.

Woo Zhengyang couldn't quite understand why he was so captivated by Nalan Yan'er, to the point where no other woman seemed to stir his heart in the same way. And now, unexpectedly, that feeling had resurfaced, catching him off guard.

With Loong Zhiwu, Woo Zhengyang's feelings evolved from initial awe to being somewhat speechless after getting to know her, and eventually to a shared experience of life and death in No Life City.

Especially in the stone house of the No Life Patriarch, the image of Loong Zhiwu taking a blow for Woo Zhengyang, her abdomen wound bursting open, blood flowing profusely, often made Woo Zhengyang clench his fists whenever he recalled it. Woo Zhengyang knew he missed Loong Zhiwu—not obsessively, but her memory frequently surfaced in his mind.

However, Woo Zhengyang never felt there was anything wrong with this longing. Until this moment, seeing Loong Zhiwu again, Woo Zhengyang realized something was different. He suddenly discovered how deeply he missed her and how much he looked forward to seeing her again.

Without any hesitation, Woo Zhengyang stepped forward and embraced Loong Zhiwu tightly. It was the first time Woo Zhengyang had held a woman so closely. Breathing in the faint, delicate fragrance from Loong Zhiwu, Woo Zhengyang felt as if he had gone through a cycle of life.

In that cycle, they laughed and played, lived and died together, parting with bodies covered in scars... In this new cycle, Woo Zhengyang never wanted to experience such a separation again!

"Woo Zhengyang, why are you holding me so tight...?" Loong Zhiwu felt uneasy being held so closely by Woo Zhengyang. She had mentioned hugging as a joke, and Woo Zhengyang had never embraced a woman so tightly before. Likewise, she had never been held by a man like this, and she instinctively wanted to break free.

"I missed you!" Woo Zhengyang's words struck a chord deep in Loong Zhiwu's heart. She stopped resisting and let him hold her tightly, her beautiful eyes slightly reddened and misty with a thin layer of tears.

A few moments later, Zhiwu wrapped her arms around Zhengyang's waist and whispered, "I missed you too!"

The happiest thing for two people in love is when you hug the one you love, and they hug you even tighter. Woo Zhengyang finally experienced this blissful feeling and didn't want to let go.

While they embraced happily, the five other martial kings stood by, stunned. If Granny Ghost Hand was a spy, it was hard for them to accept. They all came in together, so why should she be the exception? But what they didn't expect was that Granny Ghost Hand wasn't just a spy; she was a disguised spy, and her true form was a young girl!

Being a spy is one thing, but being so young and beautiful left these old folks feeling a bit embarrassed. Even though Loong Zhiwu was already twenty, she looked younger than Woo Zhengyang, yet her skills were undeniably at the level of a martial king. The others, the youngest of whom appeared to be in their forties or fifties, couldn't quite compare...

...