Qin Yang was slightly surprised to see four ancient lamps lined up on the stone platform in front of him. He picked up one and carefully examined the black lamp.
"What's up, Qin Yang, are you interested in these old lamps?"
Old Qiao's eyes lit up as he spoke.
These black ancient lamps had been here for a long time. No one knew what they were for, and no matter the method, the wicks couldn't be lit.
"Is this... a Soul Lamp?"
A hint of surprise flashed through Qin Yang's heart; he never expected to see a Soul Lamp here.
"Qin Yang, do you know what these lamps are for?"
Noticing Qin Yang's expression, Old Qiao asked curiously.
Jiang Huo'Er and Thunder God also turned their gazes to Qin Yang, curious about the purpose of these pitch-black lamps.
"Old man, these lamps are of no use to you. Some things are better left unknown."
Qin Yang smiled lightly and shook his head.
