It was as if she realized something in an instant, Ye Wanlan's eyes lit up.
She found... the way to defeat her other self.
The biggest difference between her and Lan Wanye is not their origins, nor their choices, nor the paths they walk, but—
From start to finish, she was never fighting alone.
Behind her stands the countless people of Shenzhou.
For five thousand years, Shenzhou has had its times of decline and its days of slumber, yet the Heaven and Earth are the chessboard, with some rising to the table and some stepping down, only Shenzhou has always remained at this gigantic card table.
The People of Shenzhou never give up, their spine unyielding.
Without blood, how can there be a flourishing Shenzhou?
Yan Tingfeng's fingers trembled, he suddenly raised his head, blurting out: "Xiao Wan, we—"
"Yes, we, but also they." Ye Wanlan regained his hand, "Pray for Shenzhou, pray for the home we live in."
Upon hearing these words, He Jia also immediately understood.
