Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 1485: 1444: He Is Coming Back

Chapter 1485: Chapter 1444: He Is Coming Back

“Lu Chuan, are you okay? Your expression… seems a bit off.”

Situ Qinghuan reached out and waved her hand in front of Lu Chuan’s eyes, but Lu Chuan didn’t react at all, standing there dazedly like a piece of wood. Situ Qinghuan immediately became a bit flustered.

She had never seen Lu Chuan in such a state before, nor did she know the reason for it. Could it be due to the injury on his head?

“Lu Chuan, can you say something? You should at least give me a response. I’m a little scared…”

“I-I’m fine.”

After a long while, Lu Chuan finally came back to his senses and let out a heavy sigh.

“Speaking of which, Qinghuan, do you remember the person I mentioned to you before? The one I saw in the Ancient Ruins in the Island Country, who claimed to be from the Profound Sect. Do you have any clues?”

“I remember, but since then, I’ve searched through the Profound Sect’s records for a long time and haven’t found anyone with a similar experience. Lu Chuan, could it be that you misheard?”

“It shouldn’t be. I clearly heard him say ‘Profound Sect,’ but since it’s been so long, it’s understandable that there’s no proof. However, his words left me a bit concerned.”

That man kept repeating that he wasn’t dead and would return. Lu Chuan didn’t pay much attention at first, but after learning the truth about the Small World from Grandpa Lu, he subconsciously linked the two events together.

Could that so-called Ancient Ruins be related to the Small World?

Lu Chuan rubbed his temples, perhaps it was the Spirit Suppressing Nail acting up, but he felt that his thoughts had become much more sluggish, and many things were difficult to fully understand.

“Lu Chuan, you should get some rest. You just escaped from the Penglai Immortal Domain and heard so many secrets from Grandpa Lu. It must be difficult to process everything at once. Maybe some rest will give you a new perspective.”

“I hope so.”

…

For the first time in a long while, Lu Chuan slept soundly.

As he fell asleep, the stinging pain from his head no longer tormented him incessantly. He could finally relax and enjoy some much-needed rest. However, the troubles related to the Small World wouldn’t leave Lu Chuan alone. The image of that emaciated man from the Ancient Ruins reappeared in Lu Chuan’s mind, repeating in a nearly ear-piercing voice.

“He’s coming back, he’s not dead! Quickly tell the Profound Sect this news, I’m Gong Zishi, not a coward! I’m the hero of the Profound Sect! They… are coming back!”

A piercing scream jolted Lu Chuan awake from his nightmare. He sat up abruptly, his chest heaving violently, not realizing that he was drenched in cold sweat. This damned nightmare left him with a splitting headache, and it took quite some time for the pain to slightly recede.

“What is… going on?”

The strange man appeared again, and this time he said his own name. Was it just his imagination, or was there some truth to it?

Lu Chuan was more inclined to believe the latter. After all, this man claiming to be Gong Zishi was an Integration Realm expert. Though he had perished, his obsession lingered long after his death. This obsession might have reached across time and space, potentially affecting even Owen, the only one who had contacted him over the millennia.

Lu Chuan rubbed his eyebrows, his mind in turmoil.

Looking out the window, the sky was turning dark. Lu Chuan initially wanted to find Situ Qinghuan to tell her about it, but he hesitated and decided against it.

After all, it was just a strange dream, and using such a reason to disturb Qinghuan seemed a bit ridiculous.

However, Lu Chuan couldn’t sleep. The name Gong Zishi was a lingering Yin Soul in his mind. Helplessly, the next morning, Lu Chuan immediately found Situ Qinghuan and told her the name.

To Lu Chuan’s surprise, Situ Qinghuan actually found Gong Zishi’s name in the sect’s disciples’ records over the years, despite thinking it was just his imagination.

As for why Situ Qinghuan hadn’t noticed it before, it was because this Gong Zishi from the Profound Sect had defected from the sect in the end. Since it was a millennium ago, there weren’t very detailed records of where he went.

But, with the same name and both disappearing, these two points of similarity were enough to pique Lu Chuan’s curiosity.

“Qinghuan, can you find out anything about this person’s life or anything else?”

“It’s difficult. After all, he was a sect disciple from a thousand years ago. Unless it’s a firsthand account, the records likely wouldn’t devote much attention to a defector.”

That makes sense. After all, who would waste a lot of text and ink on a defector?

But Lu Chuan felt that something was amiss with this matter.

He vividly remembered last night’s dream. That man, who claimed to be Gong Zishi, kept insisting that he wasn’t a coward but a hero of the Profound Sect. If even that is a coincidence, then this world must be full of coincidences.

“Qinghuan, could you please see if you can find anything more? I have a feeling that this person isn’t ordinary.”

“Hmm… I’ll try my best. After all, being a figure from a millennium ago, there certainly won’t be much left behind.”

“I understand. Oh? Look, what’s this?”

Lu Chuan exclaimed, drawing Situ Qinghuan’s attention, and then magically produced a sugar-coated hawthorn skewer in his hand. Upon seeing this, Situ Qinghuan’s eyes instantly welled up with tears.

“Where did you get this?”

“I walked around nearby but couldn’t find any, so I made one myself. It wasn’t easy, let me tell you.”

Lu Chuan scratched his head and chuckled, “You used to love eating sugar-coated hawthorns when you were young. How come you haven’t eaten any since you grew up?”

“Actually, I don’t really like sour things. It’s just that those sugar-coated hawthorns were all bought by you for me.”

Situ Qinghuan accepted the sugar-coated hawthorn, and a smile finally blossomed on the cold beauty’s cheeks. That lifted corner of her lips seemed to be able to melt all the hard ice in this world.

“Has your telepathy failed? Do you not know what I’m thinking right now?”

Situ Qinghuan’s cheeks blushed, and despite her shyness, she gently snuggled into Lu Chuan’s arms.

“You finally remembered… I’m so glad.”

“My memory took a bit long to recover, don’t blame me.”

“Remembering is good, remembering is good…”

Situ Qinghuan lowered her eyes and took a gentle bite of the sugar-coated hawthorn, surprisingly finding it not as sour as she imagined.

“Lu Chuan…”

“Now isn’t the time yet. Let’s wait a bit longer until I get this annoying nail out of my head, until I solve the current troubles. We have time; we can make it.”

“How do you know what I was going to say?”

“Hehe, maybe I’ve also comprehended telepathy?”