Xiao Xue disclosed on the side, "Isn't that just a mirror?"
"No," Lianwu firmly denied.
Lan Ling laughed heartily, "It's indeed not a mirror; it's the Flowing Light Tomb."
"What a peculiar name," Han Jing mumbled, just about to ask what exactly the Flowing Light Tomb was. At that moment, the Flowing Light Tomb in Su Yu's palm lit up into a mass of light, and it had become completely impossible to discern the object in his hand. To be precise, it was impossible to even see his hand.
And in just that instant, the previously sand-filled sky suddenly seemed to experience a rain of flowing light. The entire sky was dotted with bright stars, spreading and diffusing around. The blinding brilliance made it feel like they were enveloped in a domain of streaming light, rendering the surroundings completely indiscernible.
"Close your eyes!" Lan Ling shouted.
Han Jing blinked a few times, really wanting to look despite the situation.
