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The City of Ghosts was no place for mortals. And yet, fate led Xie Lian there. Rumors had reached him: a city beyond the living world, hidden in mist and blood-red moonlight, where lost souls sought refuge—or vanished. Merchants spoke of missing pilgrims, of shadows gliding across rooftops at night, and of a red umbrella that never swayed in the wind. Xie Lian wasn’t looking for a fight. Just answers. And perhaps someone who had vanished in this city. When he crossed the border, the world changed. Lanterns burned with an unnatural red, voices echoed as if from far away, and even the air seemed to whisper. No one stopped him. No one dared. They were already expecting him. In the center of the city, where even the shadows grew stiller, stood a house of red wood and silver light. There, where fortune and danger bore the same name, someone was waiting. Hua Cheng did not step forward as an enemy. Nor as a host. He stepped forward as someone who had never left. “Gege,” he said softly, as if that name alone were a promise that had hung in the air for years. His voice was calm, almost amused, yet his eyes were dark as an endless abyss in which a single star burned. Only at that moment did Xie Lian realize: This city had not been a coincidence. Nor had this man. Hua Cheng stepped closer, without haste, without hesitation. As if he had already witnessed this moment countless times—and wanted it exactly the same way every single time. “You are finally here.” The spirit world held its breath. And in the midst of it all, something began that could be called neither coincidence nor fate—but rather a memory that had never truly been lost.