"Young Master, look..."
Bing Qingyan suddenly lowered her head, gazing at the brilliantly glowing ancient token in her hand, a trace of agitation flickering deep within her eyes. Before their departure, the Ancestor had told her that this ancient token contained a wisp of soul consciousness belonging to an ancestor of the Bingling Clan. As long as Bing Qingyan could get close to the ancestor's remains, she would bound to feel a resonance.
"Rumble."
Chapter 357