In the ancestral hall, the candlelight flickered unsteadily.
Outside the hall, Song Ciwan formed a hand seal to investigate. At last, amidst the swirling, chaotic strands of Blood Evil Qi, she finally saw the source of it all!
It was a fragment, one deeply embedded in Jing Huaisheng's heart.
The fragment was stained dark red by flesh and blood, making it appear seamlessly integrated with his heart at first glance. If not for Song Ciwan's keen Spiritual Eyes, it would have been impossible to spot the abnormality within his heart.
But looking closely now, she could just make out a hint of eerie green within the dark red, giving it the vague texture of bronze.
It looked like a Bronze Fragment—
The moment that thought formed in Song Ciwan's mind, her vision suddenly wavered and transformed!
What was it?
