Liu Ming's gaze flickered a few times, and this time, he did not immediately withdraw his finger but instead revealed a contemplative expression.
For some reason!
After touching the object twice with his finger, the stele gave him an overwhelmingly familiar feeling, as if it had been infused with power numerous times before and was vaguely connected to his bloodline.
Liu Ming was astonished. After musing for a brief moment, he decided to try infusing a thread of his magical power into it.
But just then, the stele in front of him trembled, making a buzzing sound, and the surface's golden light suddenly flickered intensely.
Startled, he hastily retracted his finger and scanned the hourglass pattern, only to discover that the upper half of the hourglass was completely empty, devoid of even a single silver grain of sand.
The image on the surface of the stele blurred instantly, and in front of his eyes, the golden hourglass pattern eerily reversed itself.
