"Just as I remembered it." Gently caressing the teacup, Yang Ze brought it close to his eyes before observing the cracks on it. Every single crack was as he remembered. All of them were glued together in a crude way, just the way they originally were.
"I thought I would never see it again." With a smile, he kept on holding the cup, afraid of letting it out of his sight. If one were to look at him carefully, they would see his red eyes and his ragged breathing, as he desperately tried to hold back his tears.
After five minutes, the cup he was holding dissipated into thin air and with it, Yang Ze's mental energy.
But the current Yang Ze didn't pay any attention to his mental energy. Instead, his eyes were in a daze, looking at his empty hands. He wanted to manifest it once again, but a sharp pain prevented him from doing so.
"Ugh." Even though he wanted to try again, without enough Mental Energy, it was impossible to do so. In the end, he could only give up.
