Yang Qing's breath halted when he saw those three pristine golden coins. His attention was pulled briefly from them by Tang Xiadan lightly snapping his fingers, which seemed to act as a trigger of sorts, because Yang Qing felt the familiar aura of the Star Shrouding Sky Crow's feather envelope the room once more. Only this time, the invisible cloaking curtain surrounding the room seemed to have increased in strength by twelvefold.
Given what Tang Xiadan had just revealed, Yang Qing appreciated the prudence.
A vast ancient aura slowly pervaded the room, flowing from those three coins, and within seconds, the scene shifted. A golden yellow wave of light rolled through the space, mirroring a sea wave, only instead of cyan blue water it was heavy golden mist churning through the room, and within that mist came the faint roar of a dragon. In that roar carried the profound weight and vastness of an ocean that held within it countless Daos.
