Yao Ziyan's lips parted slightly, her beautiful amethyst-like eyes brimming with surprise as she stared fixedly at Luo Chuan, as though trying to read something from his face.
That Lord... was a Guardian?
Yao Ziyan's first reaction was that Luo Chuan was joking.
From what they had learned at the very beginning until now, the Endless Divine Court had always played the role of the villain.
But then someone suddenly jumped out and bellowed: You got the wrong script! Everything is wrong! The villains do not actually exist—they are righteous characters too.
Absurd.
Utterly absurd.
Yao Ziyan looked into Luo Chuan's eyes, but there was not the slightest hint of joking on his face.
"Are you really not joking?" she asked, wanting to confirm it once more.
"Why would I lie to you for no reason?"
Luo Chuan sighed, spread his arms, and lay back on the several-hundred-square-meter bed, gazing absentmindedly at the ceiling that resembled a night sky.
Honestly, sleeping in a place like this felt like sleeping out in the wilderness.
It was too empty. There was no sense of security.
He shifted over and rested his head on Yao Ziyan's thigh, fragrant and soft as jade.
His sense of security appeared at once.
Yao Ziyan did not mind Luo Chuan's little movement. Or rather, she had vaguely grown used to it already, so long as the two of them were alone together.
"Tell me exactly what happened."
She lowered her head and looked at Luo Chuan with a serious expression.
In truth, the overall course of events was quite simple.
The Shattered Planet discovered in the deep sea had been tossed by Luo Chuan into the System Space, where he intended to use the system's power to reverse-repair the fragmented information.
Repair was indeed possible, but it