The Envoy's Nirvana could not see He Jia, let alone Faluk.
Faluk was confused, not knowing who Ye Wanlan was talking to, but the Envoy's Nirvana was tense.
Yan Wang Hejia was here, although not alive, still making him uneasy.
"Xiao Lan!" He Jia's voice deepened, "No."
Even though he also wished to live honorably, death meant death, and being able to return to Shenzhou to glimpse the world three hundred years later was already defying the heavens.
If Ye Wanlan were to resurrect him, there would undoubtedly be a significant price to pay.
"Prince Brother, in your current state, you can't touch me, so you can't stop me." Ye Wanlan chuckled lightly, "And I am very stubborn."
He Jia's gaze suddenly became deep: "Xiang Lan!"
Ye Wanlan tilted her head: "Go outside."
"Eh? Alright!" Faluk immediately pushed the space capsule to a large open experimental ground behind the research institute.
Ye Wanlan stood firm and first took out a banner.
