"Miss Ning is truly astute," Mr. Yan praised her as he saw the surprise on her face, guessing she had figured it out. "You're absolutely right. The sole use of the Moonlight Cup is to collect the Moon Essence into spiritual dew under the full moon, endowing the drinker with abundant Spiritual Power."
Ning Xiaoxian's hand, resting by her side, clenched into a fist so tight that her fingernails dug into her flesh without her noticing. Mr. Yan's mention of the Moonlight Cup condensing spiritual dew, which matched the description seen by Zhang Sheng's ancestor, where water droplets formed on the cup under the moonlight, made her believe that the likelihood of it being the same cup was at least seventy percent. With such high odds, it was worth gambling everything on.
The biggest question now was whether the cup, after so many years since Zhang Sheng's ancestor entered and left the secret realm, had been taken by others?
