"Sister Xiao Wen, I have this perception in my inheritance," Ling Nan replied honestly.
"Oh, that's how it is," Xiao Wen thought for a moment and nodded in understanding.
At this moment, just as Gu Qiaoqiao was about to speak, the Mysterious Dragon Box, which had been quiet, suddenly emitted beams of light.
These beams of light did not shoot straight to the sky but slowly swirled above the Mysterious Dragon Box, like a vortex of light.
Everyone in the room had their attention instantly drawn to it.
At this moment, Gu Qiaoqiao suddenly reached out and pressed her temple.
There was a faint pain there, as if something was about to be activated, or as if something was ignited and about to explode...
Gu Qiaoqiao knew it must have been caused by the light that had entered her mind in the past.
Because she had never believed that light disappeared without a trace in her mind; it always hid somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to be triggered.
