"What is this?"
Jian Wushuang picked up the token and squinted his eyes.
The handle of the token was formed by a nine-fingered Dragon claw, and the tip of the token was a huge dragon head, roaring in anger. Although it was carved into a dead object, it gave people a sense of fear. It was as if there was a huge Dragon that could swallow the sun and moon, staring at Jian Wushuang and forcing him to let go of the token.
Seeing this, Jian Wushuang snorted coldly and a vast amount of divine power gushed out immediately. It wiped away the aura that someone had left on the token.
Jian Wushuang looked at the token carefully again.
There was a line of small words engraved on the token.
The fifth generation Flame Dragon, Long Han.
"Is this Qiu Long's real name?" Jian Wushuang was lost in thought.
