C239 Waste Space

"Hmm?" Ling Haotian turned pale with fright. He almost threw the wooden token in his hand out. In this tunnel, besides himself, there was only the token in his hand. However, the source of the sound just now was the command medallion in his hand.

"Master, you just need to drop your blood on this wooden talisman, and we will be able to communicate through our Primal Souls