"How come, you don't believe me?" Zhou Yan's gaze was icy as he looked at the two women.
In his words, Zhou Yan exuded an extremely majestic, stern aura, as if his every action carried an indescribable, imposing force that was frightening.
"You..."
Lan Ruo gently brushed her hair from her forehead and said helplessly, "Alright, you said when we met you, you were already severely injured, and those dead Cultivators were just ordinary Sword Soul Realm Cultivators. You were injured among such Cultivators and even lost your memory. How severe must that injury have been... What does this explain? At the very least, it shows that your strength is not much different from theirs.
Moreover... moreover, now that you don't remember the past, and your memory is gone, what do you have to dispute with the Cultivators of the Xian Yue clan?"
