Thinking it over carefully, that really was possible. But as for how likely it was, whether it was true or false, there was no way to verify it.
Perhaps when that spark of spiritual light refined from the Sacred Flame began to burn anew, they might find out.
"After we go back this time, you should be able to refine that Sacred Flame, right?"
Yao Wan tilted her head slightly, her black hair slipping down from her shoulder as she finally voiced what had been weighing on her mind for some time.
After all, he was just that stubborn when it came to things he had set his mind on.
Then again, she was much the same. Because she knew that about herself, and out of respect between husband and wife, she had not said much.
"Mm... I'm glad Wan'er still remembered."
Xiao Yan felt somewhat embarrassed by the question. He had always known quite well what exactly he was doing.
The person was already gone. It was a miracle for someone dead for tens of thousands of years to retain even a remnant soul, let alone a flame that had already been devoured. That was why Xiao Yan could understand that the one he had left in the Ancient Emperor's Cave Mansion, allowing it to grow naturally, was probably the limit of what could be done.
There was naturally no need to waste too much time on the dead.
Even if he delayed things and exhausted every effort, he might not get the reward he wanted.
"I didn't make a point of remembering. My memory just isn't as bad as you say. Besides, Tou She Ancient God's favor was for you, not me. I have no reason to dwell on someone unrelated to me."
Faced with his wife's somewhat