Drinking and Merriment, and the Day of Departure

Lu Yuan tipped the exquisite wine pot. Not a single drop of wine remained inside, yet it held an intoxicating era.

More than fifty years of time had become a vast, changing sea.

The medal symbolizing friendship on the pot still gleamed as brightly as ever.

"Friends, these are gifts from me." Lu Yuan brought out twelve exquisite Flower Pots.

Branches from the Opium Poppy Tree had been planted inside the Flower Pots.

"This branch came from a demon and is also part of the foundation of Human Civilization."

"Through it, we can communicate through dreams over long distances. If anything interesting happens in the future, there's no reason we can't share information."

"It's simple to use as well. Just have a Dream Ability User sit beside the Flower Pot and enter a dream."

The twelve racial representatives of the Underground Alliance did not dare neglect the gifts, each taking and carefully storing away a Flower Pot.

With this means of communication, the reluctance they had felt was immediately eased.

That bull cried out loudly, "Does this mean we can hold Racial Conferences in the future? My Minotaur Clan cannot fall behind—not even in dreams!"

"Haha, that's right. You Ratfolk Artisans know this, don't you? The Rat Rice Dam Civilization has branches like these too. So do the friendly civilizations we encountered before... the Lize Civilization, as well as other human branches." Lu Yuan revealed some news.

"We'd better develop ourselves properly. Otherwise, we won't even get a word in edgewise in the future and will become peripheral figures."

But they had never actually held a Racial Conference before... Lu Yuan thought. Mainly because even if they held one, he had no idea what they would talk about.

With this thing, everyone chatted and laughed, their spirits brightening.

Lu Yuan