It wasn't just him. Everyone present held their breath, not daring to blink for fear of missing a single moment.
Even Mr. Ke did his best to open his cloudy, aged eyes.
CLINK!
With a soft sound, the metal Token settled into the recess on the box, a perfect fit down to the last millimeter.
The next moment, the recess began to glow, the light scanning over the Token.
With a mechanical click, a seam split open down the middle of the box's top, and it slowly began to open.
A soft light shone from the opening, gradually coalescing into a phantom-like figure.
It was a middle-aged man with ordinary features but an extraordinary air about him.
"Lin Hua's Legend!"
"Ancestor Lin Hua!"
The crowd gasped in unison.
Tears welled in Mr. Ke's cloudy, aged eyes as he called out with difficulty, "Marshal!"
However, the phantom figure didn't respond to their cries. It was clearly just a recording left behind by Lin Hua's Legend, without consciousness or the ability to interact.
