"You know?" Ye Wanlan noticed Lancelot's expression, her eyes narrowing slightly, "Or are you saying you saw Prince Yan's Sword fall into Atlantis?"
Lancelot looked at her seriously, "You guessed right, I did see it."
Ye Wanlan's mind shook, "The northwest of Shenzhou actually has a passageway leading to Atlantis? Yet there is no source of water."
"In many legends among humans and other creatures, Atlantis is always the lost ancient continent," Lancelot said word by word, "Of course, even today, the Atlantians think so."
Ye Wanlan asked softly, "So, what is the real truth?"
"The real truth is that Atlantis is a world of its own," Lancelot said, "Did you feel that there is much of a difference here compared to the mortal world?"
"Not at all," Ye Wanlan's voice was gentle, "The common people bear the same hardships, yet they strive to live."
