"Impossible."
Shaking her head, Jian Jia pointed to herself and said, "I remember the Yellow-Clothed Ruler, but He cannot be resurrected from my memory, because I do not belong to this world. To this world, I am like a sore, therefore, the Yellow-Clothed Ruler can never return to this world through me."
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something, frowned and asked, "So, I can know all this?"
"Yes."
Nodding, Jian Jia calmly said, "In this world, all those who knew the truth have died, leaving only three broken people wandering through the twilight with an unspeakable history."
"So..."
Looking at the gentle, familiar woman in the picture, Zhou Li softly asked, "My older sister, is she..."
"The Spirit Master."
After a pause, Jian Jia softly said, "The Lord of Ten Thousand Spirits."
"My name is Yun Zhongshu, the Soul Lord, Soul Master."
"Bai Yu is the Fire Master, Master of Firewood."
