As Lin Langtian's voice faded, Ren Feifan regained his composure.
He quickly handed over the Tri-color Lotus in his hand.
It was like a hot potato; if mishandled, it could cause significant trouble.
Before he could hand it over, Lin Langtian's aged hand grasped the lotus, while his other hand tossed several objects resembling Formation Flags.
These objects were extremely ancient, and the fluctuations on them were filled with mystery.
Ren Feifan was sure that each Formation Flag was at least of the eighth grade.
These Formation Flags might even be treasures left over from ancient times!
Only Lin Langtian could preserve them so well.
At this moment, holding the lotus in one hand, Lin Langtian saw the dozen or so Formation Flags fall steadily all around, as if they were alive.
These Formation Flags formed beam after beam of light!
The beams connected to form an ancient script.
