Lu Chao stared at the hysterical Lu Hanyan. His voice was still hoarse as he said, "Since you want to go back to how things were, then what belongs to me must naturally be returned to me."
His words fell. THUD!
Lu Chao casually tossed Lu Hanyan onto the arena floor.
Tears still streamed down his face. Lu Chao's heart was in agony, the pain utterly excruciating.
No one could understand the pain in Lu Chao's heart when Lu Hanyan spoke of those so-called memories. They were his most cherished memories, yet they had been torn to shreds.
It was all a lie. Every word they ever spoke was a lie. Only their words at the foot of the Blood Stele were real.
Only when they were tearing him to pieces were the words of Lu Dingtian and his children true.
Lu Chao's body had been restored, reborn, but these memories were a hideous scar, forever etched upon his heart.
At that moment, Lu Hanyan...
Just like Lu Hanyang before her, she was writhing madly on the ground, but she could still speak.
