"Your Majesty!"
"This was found by us in a river ditch, please have a look, Your Majesty!"
Watching the eunuch kneeling on one knee with dried wood in both hands, Emperor Dazong couldn't help but step forward and carefully examine it.
Due to being soaked in water, some of the inscriptions were blurred, but Emperor Dazong could still recognize them at a glance; it must have been from his own hand! This piece of dried wood was exactly the one that had just been discarded!
Could it be that this copper basin truly connects to the Yellow River a hundred miles away?
But... how could this be possible?
If not so, then how did he achieve it?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but gasp, and his gaze towards Li Jing also filled with indescribable solemnity. While he was puzzled, Tan Wuzhen, who exposed his chest and belly, strong in stature, stood up and looked at Li Jing with disdain, saying, "Taoist, your technique may be clever, but it is far from magical!"
