Lin Changsheng sat cross-legged in a cultivation chamber where the spiritual energy was so dense it had almost materialized.

Before him floated a jet-black jade slip, emanating an ancient and mysterious aura. It was the only item he had found in Xiao Zhan's Storage Bag that managed to pique his interest. Everything else, from magical artifacts to Elixirs, was nothing more than worthless trash in his eyes. Only this jade slip sparked in him a desire to explore its secrets.

He reached out and took the jade slip in his hand. It was cool to the touch, its texture neither gold nor jade, made of some unknown material.

He tried to probe it with his Mind Power.