Starry night.
The long green grass in the wilderness was blown by the breeze, making a faint sound. A huge stone tablet stands among them, half of it shining with brilliance, like a star that has accidentally fallen.
Standing on the stone tablet is a man in black robes, with long black hair hanging down to his feet. He looked down at the half-lit stone tablet with dark eyes.
There was also a blond man lying on the grass next to the stone monument. He tucked the hair on the side of his face behind his ears, holding a grass stalk in his mouth, with a joking expression on his handsome face: "Don't think about it, you can't get the other half of the power."
The black-haired man was not angry, but calmly asked: "Why."
The blond man seemed to be amused. He sat up and looked at the top of the stone monument: "Because, Mu Lin, you don't understand emotions."
He didn't give Mu Lin time to reply, and continued: "I'm tired of you trying so many times. How about we make a bet once and for all? Just bet that I can discover the power of the other half of the stele before you do in the next try. If I lose, I will agree to a request that does not violate my principles. If you lose... Anyway, the other half of the stele will be activated by then, how about you act as the 100-year class for me?"
The black-haired man raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Okay."