Noticing Yang Yan's attitude, the woman looked at him with some surprise, slightly knitting her delicate eyebrows, and asked curiously, "Weren't you the one who hated immortals the most in the past?"
After she finished speaking, seeing that Yang Yan had no reaction, as if suddenly remembering something, she couldn't help but let out a silent laugh.
"You've probably forgotten all about the past! Well, never mind..."
"Really?" Yang Yan, hearing her words, was also a bit surprised.
The woman glanced at the puzzled face of Yang Yan, couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, nodded, and said, "Of course, you used to be..."
However, before she could finish her words, a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere, accurately striking the woman.
"Hey! Are you okay?" At the moment, white mist rose all around Yang Yan, making it impossible for him to see clearly what was happening inside, so he hurriedly asked.
He never expected lightning to strike her.
