A dead branch

"What is this?" Ling Chuxi asked curiously. There was no doubt that this was the dried branch that elder Ling had mentioned.

The outer skin of this withered tree was already cracked. It was obvious that it had been dead for many years. It looked no different from the withered branches that could be seen everywhere in the mountains. If one went to Yue Kaili's kitchen and grabbed a bunch of them, one would be able to grab a pile. However, Ling Chuxi could feel that the Qi of chaos that was so weak that it was almost undetectable was coming from this withered tree branch.

"That's the reason I brought you here. " Chi hanbing looked at Ling Chuxi and said solemnly,"we don't know what this branch is either, but it was personally passed down by ancestral master taizeng.