The old man in black looked at the sacred artifact emitting a strong white light, his expression slightly stunned, not understanding why.
He didn't encounter many sacred artifacts, but he knew that they wouldn't exhibit such phenomena without reason.
"The sacred artifact has a spirit, perhaps it senses the great calamity facing the Meng Clan."
Without thinking much, the old man in black picked up the bronze mirror and left the place.
After he left, Chen Yu emerged from the darkness.
A half-piece of a jade pendant appeared in his hand, similarly shining with an exceptionally bright glow, subtly levitating, pointing in the direction where the "sacred artifact" had gone.
"Could the clue to my lineage be related to that bronze mirror?"
Chen Yu muttered softly.
That brass mirror was the sacred artifact of Meng Family Village, and as an outsider, Chen Yu certainly couldn't easily touch it.