Call Me Master, and I'll Make You Fly

There was a token, too?

Lu Lin froze for a moment. What kind of token could be even more important than all the things he'd given him before?

After all, True Venerable Fire King had already given Lu Lin nine Great Daos of Fire, one Fusion Great Dao, tens of thousands of secret manuals, tens of thousands of rare ores, and, not to mention, an armor that required him to bind himself to it.

The combined value of all these things was probably beyond Lu Lin's imagination.

Even the wealth of a dozen or twenty kingdoms—or perhaps even more—couldn't compare with such a gift.

And yet True Venerable Fire King was saying he still had a token to give Lu Lin.

Judging by how solemn True Venerable Fire King looked, that token was sure to be extraordinary.

Lu Lin was intensely curious.

True Venerable Fire King didn't hide it. He simply took out a token.

The moment it appeared, Lu Lin felt a ripple in the space of the Secret Realm.

It was only the faintest ripple, but it was enough to make his heart pound with unease.

After all, Lu Lin could now defeat even experts at the Enlightenment Stage.

Yet this token had released only a trace of its power, and it had already made his heart pound. He couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of token it was.

The ripple in space had come suddenly and vanished just as quickly.

It disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

Lu Lin almost thought he'd imagined it.

"Lu Lin, this is the token I obtained shortly before I died."

"I don't know what it's for."

"I don't know what material it's made of, either."

"But my instincts tell me this token is no ordinary thing. So