On a rainy night, the circuit in the rental house suddenly tripped. Lin Yan was revising the "Ancient System Reform Proposal" on the computer. The moment the screen went black, thunder struck outside the window on the roof of the opposite building, and dazzling white light wrapped in electricity penetrated the keyboard. The last thing he held in his hand was the old copper coin with the word "governance" engraved on it on the table.
At the same time, at a night market stall three kilometers away, Zhao Ye was playing guessing games with his coworkers. The crisp sound of a wine bottle falling to the ground was mixed with the roar of a transformer explosion in the distance. When he bent down to pick up the bottle, the jade pendant with the word "Luan" on his waist that he had worn since childhood suddenly became hot, and his vision was completely engulfed by orange-red firelight.
When they opened their eyes again, the two of them were walking on a bluestone road, but one was inside the wall of the Vermilion Palace and the other was in a muddy military camp.
