In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
The headless corpse still managed to walk a short distance before it finally collapsed to the ground with a "thud," and eventually turned into a pile of white ash in the flames.
Only then did Liu Ming extend his hand toward the white ashes to beckon.
With a "swoosh," a black iron token flew out from the ash and landed steadily in his hand.
He merely glanced at the iron token in his hand a few times before his body moved, and he flew back.
"Fellow Daoist, that iron-clad corpse is…" The man in black had just started to stammer out an explanation as Liu Ming landed.
But Liu Ming waved his hand to cut him off and threw the iron token to him without expression, asking:
"Is this the artifact you spoke of? If it is, then unseal it now, I do not wish to hear any more nonsense."