Chapter 694: The Dark Sentinel 5

Hearing Zhou Qi’s polite request, Tang Wan only glanced at him briefly before shaking her head without hesitation. “No.”

Her refusal was clean and absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Only Tong Tong could enter her spiritual world. No one else.

Zhou Qi was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting such a direct rejection. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he quickly recovered, nodding slightly. “Understood. Sorry to disturb you.”

With that, he turned and merged back into the crowd without lingering.

After he left, Tang Wan’s gaze swept across the square once more. Just then, a sudden burst of exclamations rose not far away.

“My God! Your Excellency Ellivis found a guide with 100% compatibility!”

“Who is it?!”

The surrounding people instantly became restless, excitement spreading like wildfire.

Hearing this, Tang Wan also stepped toward the source of the commotion. Soon, she saw a tall young man with flaxen hair standing before a petite black-haired boy. A golden spiritual thread extended from him, already piercing into the boy’s mental barrier.

The boy’s body trembled violently.

The reaction was intense, almost overwhelming.

But no one found it strange.

Because for a sentinel and a guide with 100% compatibility, the moment their spiritual threads connected, it was equivalent to the deepest level of mental fusion. Every connection carried a sensation so strong that it could not be ignored, like a storm surging through both body and mind.

In this world, such a connection was not merely symbolic.

It was real.

And it was powerful.

For those perfectly matched, every contact in the spiritual realm was akin to an intimate union. When they eventually combined physically, the experience would only intensify, layering sensation upon sensation until it became something almost impossible to separate.

After a short while, the black-haired boy’s body swayed slightly, clearly unable to withstand the overwhelming stimulation.

Seeing this, Ellivis immediately reached out and caught him, his movements instinctive and protective. Without hesitation, he pulled the boy into his arms, shielding him from the crowd as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

A sentinel’s instinct to protect their guide was deeply ingrained.

The moment he sensed the other’s discomfort, he acted without thought.

Soon, Ellivis lifted the boy in his arms and left the square swiftly, disappearing from sight.

After they were gone, the atmosphere shifted again.

The remaining sentinels looked toward the guides with even greater anticipation, their eyes filled with hope and excitement.

If Ellivis could find a perfect match, then perhaps they could too.

One hundred percent compatibility.

It was the dream of every sentinel.

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Tang Wan watched the scene quietly for a moment before turning away. She found a relatively quiet corner and sat down, no longer interested in the noise around her.

This so-called blind date was not entirely compulsory.

Guides were rare and valuable, so they were not forced to choose on the spot. However, once the event ended, any unmatched guides and sentinels would be assigned partners by the White Tower’s committee, based on compatibility percentages.

If both parties found the arrangement acceptable after some time, they would formalize the bond.

If not, they could remain as partners in name only, maintaining a mental connection without forming a deeper relationship.

—

Around her, pairs continued to form one after another.

The square gradually filled with subtle shifts of emotion, connection, and quiet excitement.

Tang Wan rested her chin lightly against her hand and sighed inwardly.

I wonder where my Tongtong is now?

The thought had barely formed when—

Her heart suddenly trembled.

A strange, indescribable sensation surged through her chest, sharp and undeniable, as if something deep within her had been pulled.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

She turned her head instinctively.

Through layers of people, without any prompting, without even Little Cutie’s reminder—

Her gaze locked onto a figure.

A tall silhouette dressed in black.

—

In that instant, everything else faded away.