Lu Yuan tilted the exquisite jug, and though not a drop of wine was left inside, it was filled with an intoxicating era.
Fifty-plus years were like a vast sea.
The badge symbolizing friendship on the body of the jug shined as if new.
"Friends, this is my gift to you." Lu Yuan took out 12 exquisite flowerpots.
Branches of the Opium poppy were planted in the flowerpots.
"This branch originates from a demon and is also the foundation of our human civilization."
"Through it, we can achieve long-distance dream communication. If we encounter anything interesting in the future, exchanging experiences wouldn't hurt."
"The usage is also very simple. Just let the dream ability users sit next to the flowerpots and enter the dream."
The 12 race representatives of the Underground Alliance didn't dare to neglect, each carefully took a flowerpot.
With this method of communication, their feelings of reluctance were eased in an instant.
