"Something good?"

Hearing Su Changqing's words, Ancestor Xuan was visibly taken aback and asked curiously, "What is it?"

With a cheerful smile, Su Changqing took out a pitch-black pupil. It lay quietly in his hand, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The aura of darkness filled the entire main hall, and a deep, vast aura surged like a tide.

"This... what is this?"