In the depths of the palace, there was a spacious area.
Jiang Ming and Riyue Changfeng were sitting on a lotus platform. They were floating on top of a sea, and the mountain ranges in the distance were emitting a brilliant light.
There was a desk in between them, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the tea.
"Brother Riyue, I have good stuff here!" Jiang Ming said as he took out the stone monument that Ao Long had given him,
The stone monument was standing at the height of a normal human. It looked ancient, and its many scars made it look like it had existed for more than a billion years.
There was a depiction of a sword in the center. At a single glance, the sword intents in it seemed to be able to cut through one's Primal Spirit and destroy one's will.
It was a Sage-level sword technique.
"Can you appraise it?" Jiang Ming pointed at it.
