Deep into the night, in an inn.
Lu Yan was soundly asleep when he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his arms.
He quickly sat up, tearing open his clothes, only to find that the token had turned into a chunk of pitch-black charcoal, which was rapidly melting.
Not only that, a large part of his clothes had also melted away, some sort of special transparent liquid had fallen onto his skin, akin to molten iron dropping onto it.
If it hadn't been for his robust flesh and blood, perhaps his very tissue would be corroded away.
With a surge of his Qi-blood, the transparent liquid and the charred token flew out and landed on the floor.
Lu Yan's face was extremely somber.
Without the token, he would lose the qualification to purchase the Jade Bone Tiger.
Gao Xuhai had stated that he only recognized tokens, not people.
"Gao Family, Gao Xuhai."
Lu Yan's eyes were frosty.
Even a fool would know that the token had been tampered with beforehand.
