Li Xuanfeng held the small seal with both hands, quietly kneeling on the ground, feeling the icy touch in his palms. This seal truly was dainty, no more than two fingers wide, and only three fingers tall.
Upon the seal coiled a strange serpent, remarkably similar to the Hook Snake of his own clan, Li Wushao, yet densely covered with feathers, two long wings extended and descended, shrouding both sides of the seal.
"Something akin to a Hook Snake, merging the seal's name and Yuan Su Immortal Foundation, could this be that Feathered Serpent of old Lu Shui?"
The little seal was bathed in pale gold, flawless from top to bottom, no hint of impurity, with threads of azure blue streaming through it. Just holding it made his flesh feel chilled, the seal weightless in his grasp.
