Zhou Yan had a look of deep emotion on his face, then he pondered and looked into the distance.
In the distance, Yamina was silently standing there.
She stood on the ground, but her full head of black hair had already turned white.
And on her face, although she had no wrinkles and remained so beautiful, the traces of time still revealed a certain aura, leaving her indescribably haggard.
The desiccation of the Eternal Spirit made her Soul Body as thin as a withered old man.
Beside her, two Elf Girls were guarding her, supporting her, like two granddaughters helping their grandmother.
Zhou Yan looked towards Yamina.
Yamina also glanced at Zhou Yan at this moment.
Their eyes met in the air, yet both seemed to fall into a unique silence.
After a moment, Yamina said hoarsely, "You have come."
"Hmm, I've come."
"You shouldn't have come."
"I came earlier than you expected, didn't I?"
Zhou Yan smiled bitterly and approached Yamina.
