Without another word, Qing Chen flicked a finger against his Storage Ring.
Two streaks of light shot out with a whoosh. One was a palm-sized black jade Command Token, its face engraved with five ancient seal-script characters reading "Condensed Jade Deputy Sect Master," its edges shimmering with a faint, hazy azure spiritual glow.
The other was a Spirit Jade Alliance Covenant, densely marked with several seal imprints and faintly exuding traces of the magic power of Grand Elder Huishan and the others.
Several sets of anti-counterfeiting ciphers unique to Cold Mountain Temple marked its corners as well.
Abbot Hanshan's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively reached out to catch them.
The instant his fingertips touched the Command Token, he felt a powerful aura of True Lord-level magic power pass through his palm. It was no forgery.
Then he examined the Spirit Jade Alliance Covenant.
He cautiously probed it with his divine sense. The spiritual power fluctuations of the seal imprints were exactly as he remembered, and even the patterns of the ciphers matched without the slightest discrepancy.
So it was real!
"This... this..." Abbot Hanshan's Adam's apple bobbed, and the fingertips holding the Alliance Covenant actually trembled slightly.
He repeatedly rubbed the patterns of the Talisman Seals on the Spirit Jade Alliance Covenant, then turned the Command Token over three times before a look of disbelief finally appeared on his bronze face.
"It... it's actually real?"
When Qing Chen had said earlier that they should join forces to destroy Lesser Cold Temple, he had taken it for a devil's nonsense and barely believed a word.
But this Deputy Sect Master's Command Token and Spirit Jade Alliance Covenant could not be faked!
Even if someone wiped out his Cold Mountain Temple, they might not be able to assemble all these Talisman