"Is it the Heavenly Venerate, or the will of Jing Country, or perhaps..."
Zhou Xuan was speculating when suddenly, Yun Ziliang, who was originally bowing in salute, seemed to sense something, turned his head in the image, and looked towards Zhou Xuan's direction.
Yun Ziliang's gaze was fierce and violent, and the eye contact with Zhou Xuan was more like a silent conversation.
It was this gaze that seemed to break the fourth wall in the image, forming a cross-time stare from three hundred years ago and three hundred years later.
Under this gaze, Zhou Xuan suddenly had many strange visions in his mind.
He saw himself walking into Hidden Dragon Mountain, picking up a withered flower at the mountainside of Hidden Dragon Mountain.
He held the withered flower, and the flower's life seemed to reverse, from withering to blooming to returning to a bud.
