Ye Shaohua's rule had always been this way; she had experienced too many worlds, with countless collaborators and subordinates driven away by her.
Standing by her side, Chu Yun heard her words and felt an all too familiar sense of this approach. A flash of white light in his mind seemed to spark a fragment of memory, causing a painful tug at his nerves.
His expression remained unchanged, but he looked deeply at Ye Shaohua, his lips curling up ever so slightly.
He didn't know why he suddenly found himself trapped in what seemed like an endless cycle, but he was clear about one thing: none of the worlds he had experienced had that fragment.
For the first time, Chu Yun felt that his sudden entrapment in the cycle was not so simple.
His facial expressions had actually changed significantly, but no one was paying attention to him now, as all eyes were focused on Ye Shaohua.