Samsara Square was eerily quiet and empty. Only the sculptures of mythical creatures and beasts could vaguely be seen through the mist at the edge. Jiang Zhiwei and the others had yet to arrive, causing Meng Qi to suspect that their newcomer tasks were all different.
All of a sudden, a bright ray of sunlight appeared before him and an unsophisticated-looking ring dropped onto the floor.
"What's this?" Meng Qi made a grabbing motion with his right hand and the force generated pulled the ring over into his palm. It was a metallic black with no patterns. However, it was dark and deep behind its crude and simple appearance, making one feel his gaze was being sucked into it.
