Huff, huff... We made it through this year, but what about next year?
Old Hu had considered disbanding the Six Fingers Sect, but he dared not go against his master's will. No matter how difficult, he had to make the Six Fingers Sect thrive and flourish.
"Set aside the money for the annual tribute. As for the rest, let's divide it among ourselves, so everyone can have a good year."
Hu Liuzhi waved his hand listlessly; his disciples were inept. After paying the annual tribute, they could barely make ends meet.
"Thank you, Old Hu!" the disciples cheered.
Suddenly, one of Old Hu's disciples cried out in alarm, "Master, where is your ring?
"Ring?"
Old Hu was startled and instinctively looked at his thumb, which was bare. There was nothing on it!
What happened? Where was his ring?
With a whoosh, Old Hu's face turned deathly pale in an instant! He kept replaying the recent events in his mind, and soon, a lightbulb went off!
