Of course, tokens could also be handed over to disciples or others to act on one's behalf.
Husan still didn't respond.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans suddenly appeared on Yuma's forehead. Even in this eerie lake bottom, he couldn't escape them because, in a sense, seeing the token was like seeing the person.
Suddenly, he remembered the rumors within the Sacred Land that a peerless monster had appeared at the Shenington. Grandmaster Burke led eight elders and dozens of disciples to invite them personally.
Could it be... They have met that person?
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