C55 Three Hundred Years of Longing

"Child of Destiny? Inheritance?"

The elder's words left Chu Lin somewhat bewildered. As he tried to sort through his thoughts, the air around him abruptly quickened.

Then, he heard the whooshing of wind. Without his noticing, over ten orbs of light had materialized around him, swiftly drifting in his direction.

"Soul Eaters!" Chu Lin's face tensed. These orbs evoked a sense of déjà vu