"Are you dreaming?"
Lin Changqiang did not know whether to laugh or cry. Little Sable looked at Lin Dong as though he were an idiot and sneered. "A supreme divine artifact like an Ancestral Talisman—once it appears, forget two of them. Even if a single one were discovered, the entire Great Yan Dynasty would be thrown into chaos."
Lin Dong felt somewhat embarrassed by this, but his expression quickly turned curious again. "How many Ancestral Talismans are there in total?"
"There are eight Ancestral Talismans in all of heaven and earth. As for these two patterns, they are merely imprints of Ancestral Talismans." Little Sable shook his head as he spoke, his tone full of wistfulness. "Back then, I encountered an expert who possessed an Ancestral Talisman. His strength was utterly monstrous. Even I, at my peak, had been far from his match."
Lin Dong did not know just how strong Little Sable had been at his peak, but he presumed Little Sable had at least surpassed the Three Realms of Creation and reached the Nirvana Stage. Yet even someone of that level had called the Ancestral Talisman's owner terrifying. Just how absurdly powerful had that person been?
"Little Sable, you should have noticed that the Natal Spirit Talismans in Lin Dong's and my Mud Pill Palaces seem somewhat similar to the Ancestral Talisman on the left." Seeing that the two had yet to get to the point, Lin Changqiang could not help offering a tentative reminder.
"You brat, show some respect! I'm hundreds of years old. Call me Grandpa Sable!" Hearing how Lin Changqiang addressed him, Little Sable immediately flared up, hopping incessantly atop Lin Dong's shoulder with his palm-sized body.
"Okay, Little Sable. No problem, Little Sable~"
"You!"
Little Sable glared furiously at Lin Changqiang, then turned toward