She leaned weakly against the stone wall, struggling to swallow a gulp of water.
So thirsty, so hungry...
If this continued, she would starve to death.
"Lu'an, choose to be with me, and then you can restore your Spiritual Power and get out of here," the man still leaned casually against the Golden Coffin.
His voice was full of seduction.
Lu'an?
Hearing this word, Feng Yueya's eyes flickered.
"You say... my name is Lu'an?"
"Yes, that was your name before. But after you came to Hell, you have never used it again."
'Lu'an, you have been reborn once more. This time, has your power increased again?'
So, this 'Lu'an'... was her.
Then, who was the man under the parasol tree? The Heavenly Emperor?
She remembered nothing, so why were there scattered memories still lingering in her mind?
She didn't like this feeling—wanting to know, yet knowing nothing.
"Lu'an, I'll call you that from now on," the man spoke.
