Qing Zhu could not understand what was so special about the portrait, but before it could ask more, the Ninth Emperor had already left the cellar.
She stood in the courtyard, and before she had time to go back and study the portrait, a familiar figure had appeared before her.
The Ninth Emperor frowned, annoyed. Flames burned at the bottom of her heart, and her gaze was cold.
"What are you doing here again? I have set up quite a few formations in this courtyard, so how did you get here?"
Di Ming smiled.
"Have you forgotten? Most of the formations are ones we have studied together..."
The Ninth Emperor was stunned.
'Oh, I have forgotten that…'
Her gaze was filled with bewilderment as she hesitated for a moment. "Oh, I don't remember a lot of things… That formation, or the people..."
Di Ming looked at the girl in front of him sadly.
