"This is ... The token of our ancestor?"
In the Jiang family, everyone stopped and looked at the token in disbelief.
"It's ... It's fake, right?"
Someone said in a trembling voice, his face extremely pale.
Even though they denied it, they knew that this was the token of their ancestor. It couldn't be fake.
However, how did the old ancestor's token end up in this kid's hands?
Didn't the old ancestor go to the 19th continent with the other true Lords?
What had happened?
They had a bad premonition, and their faces turned paler.
"I don't just have this, I have many more!" As Tang Hao spoke, he flicked his wrist, and more objects flew out and smashed into the light screen.
"Heavens! That's a token from the true Lord of the Yao family!"
"That's the Yin Yang sect's ..."
There were exclamations of shock from below.
Everyone was more and more shocked and aghast. In the end, they were on the verge of going crazy.