When she thought of that name, the memories belonging to Lian Han seemed to have a valve opened, and they returned to her body all at once.

She ruined the so-called divine choice and was then imprisoned in a space, after which she began to dream—this was definitely Cangming's doing!

She almost lost herself!

Seeing that her expression had turned grim, Ning Jue asked, "What's wrong?"

Lian Han took a deep breath, her eyes crinkling into a smile, "Thank you, Uncle."

He channeled his mental energy into the card, and a golden light fell on Ning Jue, instantly replenishing his depleted mental energy.

"You remember now?"

"Mmm. I've been having so many dreams that I almost forgot about myself."

Thinking back now, if she hadn't woken up—Lian Han suddenly remembered Cang Ming's confident promise that she would go to the Blood Nether Palace, and Lian Han felt a chill run down her spine.

"Let's see if you dare to provoke Cangming again next time." Ning Jue tapped her forehead, his tone full of doting affection.

"Okay. I'll definitely stay far away from him." Lian Han rubbed his forehead. "But Uncle, what brings you to Zhuyanxing?"

"Still calling me 'uncle'?"

"Uh, Ning Jue," Lian Han corrected himself.

Ning Jue was satisfied and gestured for her to look out the window. "Are you sure you're still in Zhu Yan?"

A pitch-black expanse of space.

"Huh? The operation is over?"

Ning Jue replied, "It's not over yet. But someone has already replaced Shui Yiyue, so you don't need to participate anymore."

Lian Han immediately frowned, "But I didn't expose myself, nor did I..."

"But the Blood Netherworld has its eye on you. Your situation is very dangerous."

That makes sense. Her life was more important, but Lian Han still couldn't help but grimace; the ice crystal she had almost obtained had vanished.