"Jiang Xinran! Where did you get this Jade Token from!"
The middle-aged man glanced at the woman in white and admonished her!
There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
Ren Feifan glanced at the woman in white, suddenly realizing her name was Jiang Xinran.
As for why she was helping him, it was probably because of what happened at the Martial Arts platform on the Battlefield of the Chosen.
Jiang Xinran stepped forward seriously, "As Old Qiao's servant, do you still doubt this Jade Token? How many people on Pilgrimage Mountain dare to forge it? Or do you think you're so great that you don't even listen to Old Qiao anymore!"
The middle-aged man had a strange expression, his eyes filled with hesitation.
A day ago, Old Qiao had told him to capture this generation's chosen ones. Could it be that he changed his mind midway?
He felt something was off.
His eyes were fixed on the Jade Token; there was nothing wrong with its patterns or aura.
