Lin Yun fell asleep while playing with sleeping pills. Mr. Lin said that the emerald ring in his pocket suddenly emitted a green light. Its glow was soft, enveloping the clouds in the forest in green, resembling a shell that appeared frequently.
A dark force gradually seeped into Lin Yun's body, and with a slight movement, the drowsiness that overwhelmed him began to diminish the trends of the Ming Palace. After about ten breaths, Lin Yun described it as a slow feeling.
"Ah, it hurts." Yun sat up from the bed, feeling a bit dizzy, and looked around, unable to see the golden array on the ground. Lin wondered aloud, suspecting that his name might be Mystic Jade: "What's with the golden array on the board?"
"That inscription." Mystic Jade's voice replied.
"Inscription? But why does his house have inscriptions?" Lin wondered as he rubbed or patted his head, which was aching.
