The Mystic Sect's Shadow War

The moment the magnifying glass passed over a crack in the jade cong, Lin Zhao felt a tingle in his fingertips.

Golden light seeped from the hidden patterns, and four ancient characters suddenly appeared: “Primordial Mystic Scripture”!

At the same time, a blade sliced through the repair room’s security grille, and three shadows dropped to the floor like owls in the night.

Could the broken jade his grandfather had pressed into his hands on his deathbed really conceal a thousand-year-old secret of the mystic arts?

When the Martial Alliance’s pursuit chased him from the end of an alley all the way to the museum, the artifact restorer finally realized:

He wasn’t restoring an ancient relic. He was uncovering a blood debt buried for a thousand years.