Lian Yan glanced at Yi Qingyu, his eyes emitting an unprecedented brilliance. Had Qin Yu been there, he would have been surprised, for Lian Yan was generally composed, even in Cloud Mist Villa, sitting quietly most of the time, seldom stirred, especially not as excited as he was now.
"Qingyu, do you remember one hundred and sixty years ago?" Lian Yan said with a smile.
Yi Qingyu pondered briefly before bursting into laughter, "Lian Yan, do you still remember that battle one hundred and sixty years ago? But back then, you were too weak, unable to even protect your own daughter and wife, luckily, the forces of Prince Zhen Dong arrived in time to save your life. This time, you won't be able to escape."
