As soon as she saw E' Yingyuan, Minglan remembered everything.
Watching the crazed Lord of the Yellow Sands and the ruins of the King's Palace, Minglan's eyes gradually filled with a nostalgic expression. After easily blocking the restless spikes, she turned to E' Yingyuan and huffed, then said,
"So, you have the guts to see me now? Not playing it safe anymore?"
"Hmph, hmph, hmph!"
As if acting out of spite, E' Yingyuan snorted several times. She crossed her arms, her eyes showing a trace of faint pride: "I'm not like some people, who lose their memories in the face of memories they dare not confront, and can't even remember who they are."
Sheathing her scimitar, grasping the fist of the Lord of the Yellow Sands as it came at her, Ying Yuan laughed and shook her head, tearing apart the Lord of the Yellow Sands' arms as she spoke,
"So, you want freedom, don't you?"
"I like the kind Zhou Li."
