The secret was about to be unveiled, not only was Wang Xiaoya excited, but Long Fei was too.
That Storage Ring, it might be filled with treasures.
Enduring the pain, Wang Xiaoya let Long Fei prick her finger, squeezing out a drop of fresh blood that fell on the Storage Ring as she stared with wide eyes.
As expected, the blood didn't spread out in color, but instead a wisp of white Mysterious Light emerged.
The Storage Ring recognized its master, it truly belonged to Wang Xiaoya.
Excited, Long Fei immediately coached Wang Xiaoya, asking her to close her eyes and try to probe the Storage Ring with her spiritual power.
This matter was profound and mysterious, one could only rely on their own comprehension.
Wang Xiaoya did as he said and closed her eyes, her brow knitted tightly after a moment, and she couldn't help but grasp his arm.
Long Fei asked her, "What do you see?"
Wang Xiaoya said, "A bronze cauldron and a letter."
"A cauldron?"
