It was just an ordinary Space Ring. The space inside was not large, containing some Ling Coins, several sets of clothes, a token, and two ordinary cultivation manuals.
Hu Yang examined it and curled his lip. He had thought the man was someone impressive, but he turned out to be a loser, merely waiting for the two giant beasts to wound each other before swooping in to pick up the scraps.
Those ordinary cultivation manuals were utterly pathetic. Hu Yang flipped through them a few times before tossing them aside.
He took out the pitch-black token. A character for Ling was carved onto it, with a black dragon pattern beside it. It was presumably a disciple token from some faction and had no special use.
Hu Yang tossed out the two ordinary cultivation manuals and the clothes, then put the ring on his finger.
As night fell, he lit a campfire and planned to spend the night in the mountain cave before leaving the forest the next day.
The night passed without incident.
The following day, Hu Yang opened his eyes. He had been awakened by a noisy commotion outside.
A large group of disciples dressed in black robes were searching for something outside.
Leading them was a white-haired old man, likewise dressed in black.
Because the mountain cave was well hidden, they did not find it.
Only after their voices gradually faded into the distance did Hu Yang walk out of the mountain cave.
"Who would have thought that loser would be valued so highly by his faction even after dying?" Hu Yang looked into the distance, shook his head, and smiled.
Without lingering, he flashed into the sky and flew beyond the forest.
Before long, he arrived at a village. Yet the villagers looked at Hu Yang as