Lauen stared fixedly at the Star Map Slate, his eyes wide and unblinking. As long as he obtained it, he could open the Starfield Gate, receive the arrival of his entire clan, or reach the core of the universe and explore its ultimate mysteries.
"Give it to me!"
"Sure..."
Lin Dong agreed casually. Then he swung his arm in a full arc and hurled it fiercely. The slate spun at high speed like a meteor, trailing a long, dazzling tail of flame as it flew into the distance.
Moreover, the slate was incredibly fast, vanishing almost in the blink of an eye.
"You actually...!"
Lauen immediately looked anxious. He had not expected Lin Dong to simply throw the slate away... But there was no time to think. Like a dog chasing a frisbee, he flashed forward and raced after it...
Lin Dong ignored him, not even turning back for a glance.
His figure vanished from where he stood...
Lauen was indeed fast. He sped after the slate, the distance between them steadily shrinking. Seeing it within reach, excitement filled his face.
He immediately leaped into the air and pounced toward it.
But the instant his fingertips touched the slate, he sensed that something was wrong. It was as if Lauen had grabbed empty air; his fingers passed straight through the slate.
"What's going on?"
Lauen's eyes widened in astonishment. Then the slate grew dimmer and dimmer before exploding with a bang, turning into specks of psychic energy that drifted through the night sky.
The flickering lights danced all over the sky like fireflies, and they were rather beautiful.
Clearly, the slate was not real. It had been formed from Lin Dong's psychic energy.
Once Lauen discovered the truth, he flew into a rage. He had been played, chasing it for