"I am the High Priest of Loulan."
Shaking her head, Minglan's voice was calm yet also filled with determination, "The King can move the stars, and I can perform sacrifices and blessings for her. Only I can protect the King in the King's Palace, this is the heritage of the High Priest."
"But..."
Young Master Zhou didn't know how to persuade her at that moment; the erosion caused by the sandstorm on the human body was very strong, and even Zhuge Qing was not confident in holding back the sand.
"I love you, and I love my homeland."
Reaching out, she gently lifted Young Master Zhou's chin, allowing his eyes to reflect her own figure. Minglan smiled faintly and softly said, "Therefore, I will stand with the King to protect Loulan, to protect our future home."
"Huh."
Minglan's words made Young Master Zhou's heart tremble, he smiled bitterly and said, "Don't go alone, I'll go with you."
"The sandstorm will subside in one shichen."
