"What a strange ring."
Yun Zhenyue murmured to herself.
Resting in her palm, the black ring gave off a bizarre aura.
She tried putting it on.
The ring actually resized itself automatically.
It slid gently onto the ring finger of her left hand.
Yun Zhenyue didn't sense anything.
'How odd!'
'The mission briefing didn't say the Nether Flame Clan had something like this.'
'It's probably a Ghost Artifact, right?'
Yun Zhenyue wasn't interested in it, so she took it off, planning to just hand it over to the Factory along with everything else later.
'As for giving it back to the Nether Flame Clan?'
'Those old geezers probably wouldn't even give it a second glance.'
'They'd probably just mock me for picking up a piece of trash.'
Just as Yun Zhenyue was walking out of the cavern,
she suddenly heard Li Ruxue's cold, clear voice.
"What are you doing back here?"
"I—"
Across from her,
Xiao Yan bit her lip, sweat trickling down her temples in her anxiety.
