Time has flown by, and a few months have passed.
Jeming stared at the crystal bottle in front of him.
Inside the bottle, three drops of pale golden liquid quietly floated.
Each drop was only the size of a normal raindrop, but the sense of presence it emitted was stronger than a small Elemental Pool.
Those dense golden threads extended from the droplets, faintly visible through the bottle wall, as if breathing like a living creature.
Three drops of Empire Serum.
This was the result of all the Moonlight Power he had accumulated over this time.
Jeming reached out a hand, and the crystal bottle flew into his palm.
He unscrewed the cap, took out a drop without hesitation, and sent it into his mouth.
The instant the Empire Serum went down his throat, a peculiar feeling surged from the depths of his Soul.
It wasn't a feeling of warmth or coolness, but a sense of "transparency."
