"The twenty-six thousandth birthday of High Emperor?"
Qin Mu was stunned. The year in which he was born was twenty thousand years after the fall of Founding Emperor Era which had lasted for some ten to twenty thousand years itself. Didn't it then mean that they were thirty-forty thousand years back in time?
One teleportation from Pangong Tso had sent them that many years back?
Under the chest, Pangong Tso was also at a loss. An indescribably weird feeling took shape in his heart. He had merely executed his teleportation flags with the last of his magic power before it ran out, so how could he have teleported himself thirty-forty thousand years back?
It had to be a dream!
He was about to pinch himself when a sharp pain came from the place where his legs had been cut off, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.
