Many days had passed.
At night, in the cabin where Richard resided.
The cabin was illuminated, and Richard held the Silver-White Ring he had obtained from the auction in Cuijin City, caressing it in his hand. It wasn't exactly caressing, as it involved occasional touches with the surface of the Space Iron Ring.
The "Absolute Spatial Precision" of the Space Iron Ring was taking effect; Richard kept the precision at a micrometer level and, in accordance with research over the past few days, was engraving precise Magic Runes on the Silver-White Ring.
"Shasha…"
The number of Magic Runes on the surface of the Silver-White Ring continued to increase, becoming more complex, but each line was orderly arranged, organically combined with each other, finally forming an integral masterpiece.
"Huh," Richard exhaled deeply, stopping his hand movements, and looking at the finished Silver-White Ring, he lifted his hand to wipe the sweat from his face.
