Di Luosha had no recollection of this flower crown, but Fuguang remembered it all too well.
Back then, he had been there when Luo Ning gave her the crown.
He had met Yang only a handful of times, but the shock Yang had given him each time had been unforgettable. The memories were far too vivid.
"Yang?"
Hearing that name, Di Luosha suddenly understood. The strange sensation of past and future tangling together left her speechless for a moment.
She had never imagined that Shi Lan had vanished without a trace all these years because she had gone to the Primordial Era—and that the prodigy Fuguang said had swept through an entire age was the very same person as Shi Lan.
"My name... Was it she who gave it to me?"
Gazing at the pure white flower crown in her hands, Di Luosha murmured.
"Keep it safe. You could consider it a keepsake from your mother."
Staring at the crown, Fuguang's expression grew somewhat complicated. Yang in the Primordial Era had shone far too brightly.
She had claimed first place in the Myriad Worlds' Contest of Heroes; in a mere hundred years, she had entered the divine underworld, crossed the Other Shore, slain four Saints, and overwhelmed an entire age.
Yeh, Di Beichen, Xia, and the other giants whose names had been famous for all time... None of them had even been worthy of standing alongside her.
If her time in the world had not been so brief, this age might now be filled with legends of her.
Di Luosha tightened her grip on the flower crown. After a long silence, she let out a quiet laugh.
A symbol of the flame of hope and good fortune...
Could this outcome mean that her mother had left all her good fortune