"I'm sorry, I implicated you back then." Ye Zhihan apologized again, because when he was dying, he was most worried about Mingluo, so subconsciously, he dragged Mingluo into a nightmare, which almost killed her.

"Don't say sorry, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have crossed the line of death. But now it's okay, I'm very powerful now, and I've also reached the Divine Surge Realm, so I won't hold you back anymore." Ming Luo smiled, but he could no longer laugh as heartlessly as before.

"Do you have any memory of awakening Ming Luoxing?" Ye Zhihan asked.

"No, I only awakened her power." Ming Luo didn't want to describe his experience in detail, and simply told Ye Zhihan the result.

Unexpectedly, the little tiger standing nearby could no longer sit still. It jumped onto Ye Zhihan's lap, wagging its furry tail slightly, and babbled, "Master Ye, it's great that you're back. You have no idea what torture your master has been through. She nearly died several times, struggling on the brink of life and death each time. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to pull through, otherwise I don't know when you two will be reunited."

"Little Tiger, stop talking..." Ming Luo tried to stop Little Tiger.

But the little tiger leaned close to Ye Zhihan's ear and told him everything from the beginning when Ming Luo was captured and taken back to the Hui family, to being imprisoned on the altar, to witnessing the death of his loved ones and feeling heartbroken, to the inhuman treatment he suffered in the dungeon, and finally to the crisis when his abnormal abilities awakened. The little tiger told Ye Zhihan everything in one go.

Ming Luo frowned slightly and looked at Ye Zhihan uneasily. His mother was like a mother to him, and she was also the obsession he had been searching for for more than two hundred years. When his mother died, the heartache she felt was like a raging storm that swallowed everything. After Ye Zhihan learned of the news of his mother's death, he was afraid that he would also worry too much.

After hearing what the little tiger said, Ye Zhihan's heart felt like it was being stabbed again and again. He looked at the petite girl beside him. How could she, who was so weak, withstand all these hardships?

Ye Zhihan was extremely heartbroken. He once again held Ming Luolou in his arms, as if he wanted to crush her body. He wished he could embed Ming Luolou into his own body and could not bear to be separated from her again.

Ye Zhihan covered Mingluo's thin face with his hands, put his forehead against hers, and his cold nose touched Mingluo's small nose tip.