Twilight (8)

Shen Yuxi's gaze remained glued to the pair of floating dice, his Adam's apple moving almost imperceptibly.

As a die-hard fan who had followed the original work through its entire run, he simply could not suppress the bone-deep curiosity stirred by these outrageously overpowered artifacts that had made countless prodigies cough blood in the story.

"Is this Junior Brother's natal artifact?" His fingers curled beneath his sleeve, and Shen Yuxi finally spoke first, a trace of tension hidden in his voice that even he had not noticed.

Lin Huaixu had already strolled into the stone pavilion beside them. As he lifted his robes and took a seat, a faint breeze rose. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of emerald tea, his fingertips tapping lightly against the rim of the celadon cup with crisp little knocks.

When he raised his eyes at those words, a faint smile rippled in them. "That is the plan. It is still in the testing stage for now. Plenty of parts still need polishing and improvement. It is far from usable yet."

"May I have a look?" Shen Yuxi stepped half a pace closer, the anticipation in his voice nearly impossible to conceal.

"If Senior Brother wants to see it, then look." Lin Huaixu lowered his head and blew aside the froth on the tea. The moment his words fell, the black-and-white pair of dice drifted leisurely over to Shen Yuxi, spinning as they went.

Shen Yuxi reached out and pinched the pitch-black Night Die between his fingers. The instant his fingertips touched its surface, a chill shot up from his hand.

At first glance, it appeared wholly black. But upon closer inspection, its base was actually a deep brown bordering on black, resembling the grain of an ancient