'The last one.'
Mo Ling quietly watched the pavilion on the other side of the mirror's surface.
In the antique pavilion, only one person remained.
The capable-looking young man—Shen Ping.
He looked very hesitant at that moment. His gaze toward the blue Olive held both fear and longing.
Finally, after a moment of struggle, Shen Ping walked under the blue Olive and, imitating the Immortals before him, made an oval gesture with his hands.
On the Olive, Shen Ping's wish slowly began to manifest...
His family had once been well-off, but an accident changed everything.
His younger sister had been infected with a rare abyssal disease called Light Deficiency Syndrome. She could only cling to life by taking medicine, and after they could no longer afford the expensive miracle drugs, their family fell apart.
He was left alone to care for his sister...
Amidst the golden light, a relic slowly emerged.
It was a very quaint-looking Bronze cup.
