Lu Jie could not tell who was right and who was wrong.
Fu Wangchen, with his eyebrows knitted tightly, seemed to be deep in thought about something.
All of a sudden.
"Whoosh! Whooosh!"
Streams of light surged into everyone's Sea of Consciousness.
As memories started to flood back, the survivors, who were wrapped in mucus on the tongue of the Ice Armor Eel Dragon, gradually began to recall their past.
The scenes they had glimpsed through their hazy consciousness started to grow clearer.
Not long ago, the sight of Pang Jian, with the "Heart of Winter" above his head, encircled by nine majestic glaciers and fighting against an Alien God in a silvery-white pool, also became the most vivid.
"Pang Jian..."
Chen Lushi murmured softly.
The brightness in her eyes grew bit by bit, and in her line of sight, the figure of Pang Jian slowly became taller.
Until he seemed unattainably high, making her feel unworthy, igniting an endless sense of remorse within her.
"Splash!"
