At the street stall, an ancient, lacquered black ring caught his attention.
This ring was truly ordinary, so common that no one would pick it up even if dropped on the ground.
However, it was such a ring that moved Ye Chen, letting him sense a trace of the extraordinary.
His eyes suddenly shone with a profound light, and after silently gazing at it for a good while, he shook his head.
Devoid of the Supreme Power he had in his past life, it was simply impossible for him to discern the true secret hidden within the black ancient ring; he could only rely on his Supreme Intuition.
The fervent look in his eyes disappeared in an instant, well concealed. Ye Chen reached out and grabbed a dagger gleaming with a cold light next to the ring, and said to the skinny stall owner, "How much for this dagger?"
