Xin Lin glanced at the token in Long Qingchen's hand; it was about the size of a palm and seemed to be made of iron. In the center of the token was a hexagonal black stone.
In the night, the surface of the black stone emitted a serene light.
So that's how it is!
Upon hearing this, Xin Lin suddenly realized.
She watched as Long Qingchen carefully placed the Black Shinning Token into an exquisitely made pouch.
Hiss—
Long Qingchen suddenly felt goosebumps rise on his neck, as if a cool breeze was blowing straight down his neck.
He turned his head to look behind him, but there was nothing but the Qingtian Academy shrouded in the night.
What he didn't know was that the moment he turned his head, a hand that neither gods nor ghosts would notice brushed past his waist, and the pouch holding the Black Shinning Token had changed owners.
The advantage of being an irregular female soldier king is that one understands a bit of everything, such as the sleight of hand.
