An Ordeal

In front of Shi Mu was a casting hammer only the size of an ordinary person's thumb.

This small hammer was black and dark. It seemed to be made of a special kind of metal. It was engraved with a circle of complex and mysterious patterns, almost like a special array that radiated a unique fire aura.

"This is the token that my grandfather passed down. I have been carrying it all the time, never leaving my side even for a second." After Cui Huan put her clothes back, she handed the little casting hammer over to Shi Mu.

Shi Mu glanced at it to confirm there was no doubt that the token was genuine. The unique breath that was scattered on it was Cui Huan's strength. It was impossible to reproduce.

He immediately reached out to pick up the little casting hammer without any sign of hesitation. Upon reaching out to the casting hammer, he could smell a distinct fragrance on the girl's body.