The wine cup was set down, and the liquid splashed slightly. Gao Lan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they held several more shades of heat and excitement.
The pride in his bones had ultimately lost to the woman in his heart!
"How do I use it?" Gao Lan desperately controlled his tone, yet his voice unconsciously turned hoarse, with a faint tremor.
Since it was the Moonlight Treasure Box, he could have recited Prajna Paramita or something about representing the moon... In the end, Meng Qi did not make some smart-mouthed remark. He merely nodded and answered softly, "Just activate it with Dao Power."
It would work without activation, too. It was a communicator, after all. The power that made it function was his own...
Gao Lan held the Moonlight Treasure Box in both hands and hesitated for a moment. It was not that he did not want to use it, but that he was gripped by the fear of returning home after a long absence. After being separated for several centuries, what should he say when he saw her again? And how would she reply?
He drew a deep breath. A line of words surfaced in his mind:
"Year Twenty-Seven of Yongxi, the sixteenth day of the sixth month, the fourth quarter of the zi hour..."
It was a date he would never forget in his entire life, a memory etched into his bones.
The Moonlight Treasure Box began to glow dimly. Its clear radiance resembled moonlight, shining brightly through the halls and pavilions. Gao Lan's figure blurred into unreality before being swallowed by surging, illusory ripples of light.
Year Twenty-Seven of Yongxi, the sixteenth day of the sixth month, the fourth quarter of the zi hour. Changle City was drenched in rain, and