"Quick, let me see!"
Jiang Fan handed it over as requested.
Daoist Xuanji held the scale in his palm and examined it closely.
The scale was exceedingly small, its entire surface possessing the texture of gold. Its edges were naturally rounded, yet it carried an indescribably sharp intent.
Most notably, it was covered in profound patterns, faintly emanating an ancient and vast aura.
The moment Daoist Xuanji touched it, he sensed an oppression rising from the depths of his bloodline.
"What pure, ancient bloodline!"
Daoist Xuanji murmured.
A thread of spiritual power gathered at his fingertip, which he lightly tapped against the center of the scale.
Buzz!
The scale trembled slightly, and the flowing golden patterns upon it instantly lit up.
A phantom of a colossal beast clad in golden scales, with imposing horns upon its head, flashed past and vanished.
"This is absolutely no ordinary Demon Race token!"
Daoist Xuanji withdrew his spiritual power, and the phantom dispersed.
"The bloodline pressure contained within this object stands at the very pinnacle among the Demon Race!"
"To my knowledge, only the descendants of several of the oldest and most supreme imperial courts could possess such a thing!"
"Combined with the characteristics of the colossal beast Jiang Ming transformed into as you described, I fear..."
He looked at Jiang Fan and spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.
"Jiang Ming most likely came from the Heavenly Demon Imperial Court!"
"And she should also possess a direct bloodline..."
Stormy waves surged within Jiang Fan's heart.
This golden scale had been given to him by that senior when he rescued Jiang Ming in the Nine Nether Forbidden Land of the Mystic Heaven Realm.
At the time, that person had clearly stated that he could rely on this object to preserve his life in the Jietian