However, Ji Huadan was too slow. Ji Xiaosong had already opened the box.
Inside, a Demon Seed shaped like a black phoenix pulsed with an eerie light. Its form bore a striking resemblance to Ji Huadan's true self.
Its wings were curled as if in slumber, but the wisps of black mist coiling around it radiated an endless evil.
Upon closer inspection, the surface of the Demon Seed was etched with the texture of a dead parasol tree.
Ji Xiaosong recognized it at a glance. The dead tree was identical to the one that once stood in Ji Huadan's palace.
Ji Huadan's face was ashen. Any attempt at an explanation would be utterly futile now.
"What is this?"
Ji Xiaosong had never seen one before, nor had the other young members of the clan. But Feng Cangwu and Feng Fan Yin knew exactly what it was.
Seeing Ji Xiaosong about to pick up the object in the box, Feng Cangwu's expression tensed. He instantly cast a Spell, and a gentle force stopped her hand.
"Song, don't be reckless."
