Wang Zijia looked at the antique token in his hand, each side inscribed with a character.
One side bore the character 'Zhang,' while the other had 'Sheng Hong.'
Clearly, this was the identity token Wang Zijia had initially used, perhaps the only thing he left behind in the Yaoshan Realm.
While examining the token, Wang Zijia was surprised to find that it was not merely an object of worship; it seemed to still be functional.
With a slight movement of his mind, Wang Zijia tentatively infused it with a bit of spiritual power.
"Weng!"
In an instant, all the murals within the temple came to life as if animated.
Amidst the astonished looks of the crowd, innumerable rays of spiritual light converged in the central hall.
A phantasm of an old, decayed man, as if on his last breath, condensed and emerged from the convergence.
Wang Zijia stared at the elder, paused, and said, "Dai Fei?"
