The past is vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.

Five years ago, she and Jie separated. Today, five years later, things have changed.

Easter Island has the same blue sea and sky, the same stone statues, and the same sea-smelling air. It’s different from when I left it. When I set foot on this land in Chile again, I have an added perception that has been tempered by time.

Xiao Che stretched out his little hand and pointed at the tall stone statues standing on the beach looking into the distance, "Mommy, are those the stone statues from Easter Island?"

"Yes, they all have very magical stories!" Zhixing held his son's little hand and told him the legends about this island while walking.

Xiao Che was fascinated by what he heard. He grabbed the obsidian handpiece with his little hand, tightening and loosening it.

"Master Jie! Weaver Star!"

From a distance, they saw a local man driving an off-road vehicle and waving to them excitedly.

"Nias?" Zhixing greeted him happily, "Long time no see!"

Nias smiled and said, "Yeah, five years have passed in a flash! Xiao Wu and I were excited for a while when we heard Ah Xian say on the phone that Master Jie was fine!" As he said that, he looked at the two sides.

He looked behind him and said, "Hey, why is there only Lan? Where's Ah Xian?"

Lan walked over silently, "I sent my luggage to the car."

Yan Shengjie suppressed the sadness in his eyes and said, "Go back, sit down and talk slowly."

"Yes, yes, I forgot about it when I was so happy!" Nias immediately drove the car and took several people to his private hotel.

In addition to adding some modern equipment, the hotel is as simple and warm as before. Zhixing still chose the same room as before, opened the window and welcomed the refreshing sea breeze. At a glance, he could see those weird and huge buildings that record prehistoric civilization.

Stone statue.

Someone approached from behind and gently hugged her waist.

"Jie, do you remember where it is?" Zhixing raised his hand and pointed to the southwest.

Yan Shengjie narrowed his eyes and responded, "Yeah."

That was the direction of the underground palace built specifically for witches by a certain king on this island, and it was also the source of their five-year separation.

Forgetting is not easy.

Staring there, Zhi Xing murmured, "Zhu's palace is destroyed, will her soul not be able to rest in peace?"

Yan Shengjie did not answer her, but held her hand and said, "Follow me."

"Uh, where to go?"

Zhi Xing passively let him hold his hand and went downstairs.

Xiao Che was feeding his cat and snake in the living room, and Lan sadly told Nias about A Xian. After hearing this, Nias was also filled with tears.
Chapter completed!