Sui Yi's words made the Golden Crow on her shoulder let out a cry.
Wang Qing frowned in thought, murmuring to herself: "Reincarnation? To walk through the Yin Yang of the Underworld, a hundred cycles of life in the Human Realm, will I still get to see her again?"
Sui Yi: "That depends on yourself."
Wang Qing didn't look at Sui Yi, instead she just lowered her head, folding her arms, her body curling up together.
Sui Yi didn't look at her either, turned her face away, and suddenly saw the distant sky. The sky was flashing with lightning and thunder, the space had already begun to tear apart.
"That person has already started withdrawing the spatial support for the Lost Lands, soon the spatial isolation of this place will break..."
She lifted her head: "Will it endanger the safety of the abbey?"
"To still think of people, there's still hope."
"It's just an orchid."
"Even flowers are thought of, let alone people. There's even more hope."
