Among the pile were countless spiritual treasures of various grades, heaped together into small mountains. Some were complete and undamaged, some had minor damage, and some were already somewhat worn out.
Uh, he did not want to know where these things had come from at all.
Thinking about how, in the original story, Tushan Qing habitually used his venomous tongue and sharp mouth on everyone, often provoking them until they could no longer endure it and attacked him, only for him to retaliate by killing or injuring them, and regardless of the outcome, he would always clean them out completely.
He would then toss their belongings into one of his storage rings without a second thought and rummage through them only when he needed something.
Xiao Shou therefore understood the origin of this storage ring.
But he really did not want to know.
Xiao Shou stared at the ring gloomily, wondering how he should return it.
