"I am a flower that has been planted by the Celestial Emperor."
Mandela was smiling, and as Mu Chen looked at her and heard what she had said, his face slowly stiffened. He looked so comical.
His heart was in turmoil, as he found it unbelievable. Although he had been curious as to how Mandela had such a deep understanding of the Ancient Celestial Palace, it had never crossed his mind that Mandela was a flower planted by the Celestial Emperor.
This flower was not a mere flower.
"Do you find it unbelievable?" Mandela smiled again. She gazed at the ancient hall between the spatial cracks and said, "My memory had been suppressed previously, but as I get nearer to the Ancient Celestial Palace, my memory is coming back to me. I have almost fully regained all of it."
"What is your actual body then?" Mu Chen asked as he swallowed hard. He had finally come back to himself after a long while.
