Inside the cave abode.
The Wang Family's great elder fell silent, finally taking out a jade box with a complex expression from his storage bag.
As the jade box opened, half of a withered vine root the size of a pinky finger appeared.
The withered vine root seemed like it would turn to ash if touched, yet it exuded a peculiar aura.
"Back in the secret realm, our Wang Family was lucky enough to obtain this ancient cultivation technique. Together with this vine root, it might have been some kind of heaven and earth spirit root in ancient times.
But now its spirituality is lost, and it probably holds little value even as refining material…"
The hoarse voice echoed as Lin Chang'an's pupils contracted; he saw marks of a sharp instrument on this vine root.
But at the moment it appeared, the lifebound spirit plant in his dantian quivered, showing a clear sense of yearning, which was why he lost his composure.
Others might not know what it was, but he had a vague guess.
