Netherworld Hierarch loosened his hands and let the Pan Gu bell transform into a misty Chaos light, merging into Ji Hao’s head.
Dragging the pair of heavy dragon horn swords, Ji Hao slowly walked to Great Liberty and looked down at her. Great Liberty was huddled on the ground without being able to move, when Ji Hao started talking.
"Great Liberty…No, Pan Jia, long time no see. I never thought that I would be able to see you again, I mean, the real you."
Great Liberty paused briefly, then looked at Ji Hao and asked, "Do you…know her?"
As a five-colored dim light flashed across her eyes, Great Liberty abruptly laughed coldly and continued, "Ji Hao, yes, she knew you too. Damn it, these useless memories…She gave you the sun of Pan Jia world. How could you bear to help that man and hurt me like this?"