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The iron gate swung open automatically, casting a chilling moonlight on the young lady.

Under the moonlight, the young lady was shrouded in an ambiguous and cold silhouette, as if a layer of mist surrounded her, her solitary figure floating like a banished immortal from the lunar palace.

That mist danced under the deep-blue light, almost like the chill of an icy, snowy landscape.

In an instant, Evander Quillon seemed to be frozen entirely.

The young lady walked slowly. When she stepped out of the moonlight, the cold chill subsided. In the darkness, a faint golden glow cast around her, a divine brilliance that was too awe-inspiring to gaze directly at.

As if a single glance would be a blasphemy to the gods and Buddha.

Evander Quillon's eyes widened, his gaze flickered with excitement and exhilaration, "It's you... it's really you."

As his words fell, he kicked Charlotte Aria into the corner.