"What do you have to offer?" a raspy voice asked.
The old man sitting before him didn't even lift an eyelid.
Ye Qingchen looked around. The surrounding hall was magnificent, a towering structure built entirely of premium stone, yet the skinny old man enthroned at its head seemed utterly out of place.
Ye Qingchen didn't rush to present the token. Instead, advancing at an unhurried pace, he asked, "I heard that one can inquire about the Jiang Ancient Clan from you. Is that true?"
The old man ahead was clearly growing impatient. "Since you've come to me, you should trust in my abilities! I'm not called 'The Omniscient' for nothing!" the old man said with conviction.
Ye Qingchen silently produced the Jiang Family token. "You recognize this, don't you?"
In that very instant, the old man's eyes snapped open.
"The Jiang Family's token..."
