"This ring, I stumbled upon it by chance, and I don't know if it's a Space Ring. Little brother, if you can make my ring store items like yours, I'd be eternally grateful... I am willing to take ten percent less of the cultivation resources in this tomb!"
Wu De inched closer to Fang Bai, and like a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat, produced a simple and ancient ring from his person, whispering to Fang Bai.
"Let me see it!"
Fang Bai glanced at the ring, then extended his hand.
"This..."
"Don't you trust me?"
Seeing Wu De hesitate, Fang Bai curled the corner of his mouth dismissively and said, "Even if your ring is a Spatial Spirit Device, what's the difference between that and junk in your hands? Whether you show it to me or not is up to you!"
"Brother, don't be angry, I trust you!"
Wu De gave a dry laugh, gritted his teeth, and handed the ring to Fang Bai.
