Seeing the unremarkable small stone platform in the center of the pool, flames almost burst from Mei Changqing's eyes.
During the battle with Ling Xue'er and the beggar-like man among others, the altar was his final confidence. Yet at the critical moment, it failed him, leaving no trace of its existence to be felt, as if that Li Xiaobai had taken it away.
Had it not been for the altar's disappearance, he wouldn't have ended up in such a wretched state.
The other people in the hall also looked curiously at the small stone platform. It was a stone platform in the shape of an altar, carved with five-colored array patterns. Though inscrutable, they could instinctively sense the aura of years it had weathered.
This altar held a story, and it was ancient!
It was a relic from the Ancient Era!
However, they couldn't fathom what use this object could have; altars were too ancient and profound, hard to trace back to their origins.