When Chong Jiu saw Bai Zhen again, his heart jolted and tears spilled uncontrollably. He fought desperately to suppress his feelings.
As a former God of War and the revered ancestor everyone spoke of, he was a cold, imposing figure. How could someone like him be so easily swayed by emotion?
Bai Zhen regarded the great man before her with interest. Where had she seen him before? If not for his graying hair and black robes, she might have mistaken him for someone else...
