This is a powder-purple Space Ring, requiring no Soul Power. Tang Rao opened it to see, and indeed, the Poison God residing in Southern City is different; casually taking out a Space Ring, it's filled with poisons Tang Rao has never laid eyes on.
Also, that old lady has a slightly worse temper, but the things she has are indeed better than Tang Rao's collection.
"Are these things all your creations?"
Tang Rao looked at the things inside, his eyes starting to shine.
"Of course they're mine, how could they be someone else's?"
The old lady dislikes being questioned about her abilities in poison crafting.
"So, what you're saying is, if you want these things, you can just create them anytime, and the finished products aren't important to you at all, are they?"
Tang Rao's gaze carried some cunning and calculation.
"That should be right."
This old lady can craft as much as she wants, and she doesn't worry about Tang Rao doing anything, as she explained.
"Can I have everything?"
