Are the young couple having a quarrel?
Yao Wan waved her hand and unconsciously gave a soft hum. As she turned around, the indescribable heaviness in her heart lightened considerably, making her breathe a sigh of relief.
This way, her original intention and ultimate goal in coming to the Eight Emperors' Tomb had finally been perfectly fulfilled.
As for everything else—the Red Emperor's Flame, the Soul Emperor's divine abilities—they had always been things she could take or leave.
As long as her ancestor was safe and sound, that was enough.
Walking through this unfamiliar world, every familiar person and thing was as fragile and precious as candlelight.
And even if she was burned in order to preserve that flicker of flame, it was still better than being swallowed by the cold night.
"Yao Wan... Yao Wan. That name truly feels both familiar and unfamiliar to me now."
Yao Emperor called softly from behind Yao Wan and could not help sighing. His voice drew her into an instinctive backward glance. Her golden eyes, framed by fine, curled lashes, trembled slightly, as though she had gathered all her courage just to make that movement.
The instant their gazes met, Yao Wan seemed to realize something. She pursed her cherry lips and unconsciously exhaled a breath of stale air, almost like a sigh.
"Can you completely inherit both sets of memories?"
Narrowing her beautiful golden eyes slightly, Yao Wan could not help asking.
"Of course. My remnant souls fused together; they did not devour one another. Naturally, there would be no such loss."
"...But you, on the other hand, seem to have been in rather poor spirits lately?"
"Ah?"
Yao Wan murmured instinctively before her brows slowly furrowed.
"Don't talk nonsense—I didn't come here to hear you talk about that—"
Yao Wan immediately