When the name Jiang Qiu appeared in the promotional text, Zhu Weiyi froze on the spot. He never imagined he would see that name here.
Suddenly, the image of a young man surfaced in his mind—a visage from a past both distant and yet so vividly clear.
For more than ten years, he had never forgotten Jiang Qiu. He was a dazzlingly talented young man, the most exceptional person Zhu Weiyi had ever met.
Seeing Jiang Qiu's name here felt like a scene from a dream; it all seemed so unreal.
'Is this an illusion? Is it real or fake?'
'It can't be real...'
But as the promotional text grew more detailed, information about Jiang Qiu emerged—for instance, that he was of the Human Race.
This coincidence was like a meteor streaking across the sky and crashing right into his mind, seemingly making his greatest dream come true.
How astonishing it was.
