Chapter 717 Ezekiel Hastings
- The wind howled, making the atmosphere around me become slightly eerie. I stared at the person in front of me. He looked exactly the same as the person I remembered, but he clearly didn't recognize me.
- Is he Ezekiel? It must be him.
- I heard the sound of the bell on his wrist. It sounded so clear and familiar. He had been wearing it for the past fourteen years. I was about to call out his name, "Eze—"