About five hours later, Chu Feng's plane successfully landed at the small airport outside Sanford.
"The temperature here is indeed much warmer!" Standing outside the airport gate, Chu Feng breathed out, silently feeling the temperature starkly different from New York's.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Chu Feng?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded not far behind him.
Turning around, he saw a slender, middle-aged woman in an oatmeal-colored coat.
"Yes, I am Chu Feng. I presume you must be Boris's friend, right?" Looking at the woman before him, who had aged but whose features had only slightly faded, Chu Feng couldn't help admiring Boris's taste.
"Yes, I am Marina. It was I who asked Boris to find a powerful Exorcist. But I never expected he could actually bring you here!" Marina covered her mouth, looking at Chu Feng, her eyes still showing some disbelief.
