Yu Xuan suddenly turned toward a particular direction, his senses felt a gaze settle on him.
"Who's there?" he asked into the air, suspicion edging his voice.
There was nothing.
His eyes, capable of seeing through illusions, barriers, even flesh and closed doors found no trace of anyone.
Yet his brows slowly furrowed.
'That wasn't my imagination,' he thought grimly.
'So what was that?'
He replayed the sensation in his mind, dissecting it bit by bit.
The non-existent harmless gaze.
The faint, indescribable familiarity.
Then something clicked.
His pupils shrank.
This feeling… this scene… if looked from a third person's perspective…
'No way,' he thought, a chill running down his spine.
'This is the same.'
The same scene he had seen back then.
The day he first met Ming Tianmei during the tournament.
The first time when his skill [Fated Encounter] was activated.
Before he could fully connect the dots, something snapped into place.
