True Lord Hongyu looked into Fang Mo's eyes, and Fang Mo looked back at her without the slightest evasion. His gaze was clear and pure, like that of an innocent young man.
"More cunning than an old fox!"
Hongyu was somewhat helpless. She could not detect the slightest fluctuation from Fang Mo and could only change tactics. "Holy Son Fang, I'll speak plainly, then. This is called the Crimson Flame Ring, a spirit treasure of our Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain. There are two of these rings!"
She displayed the ring on her wrist once more.
"This one of mine is the Red Flame Phoenix Tail Ring, while senior disciple sister Green Mandarin Duck's is the Red Flame Phoenix Head Ring. Only when the two rings are placed together can they form a Red Flame Phoenix Soaring Ring, the key to opening Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain's treasure vault. Now that the Phoenix Head Ring has vanished, we must retrieve it. I ask that Holy Son Fang grant us this favor!"
Only then did Fang Mo notice that the two rings actually had this difference: one was the Phoenix Head Ring, the other the Phoenix Tail Ring.
What Hongyu had said about the Crimson Flame Ring being a pair was probably true. But regarding its purpose, she had definitely not told the truth.
If it were merely for opening a treasure vault, Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain had mighty experts who could surely open it. So that could not be the reason. What was the real reason, then?
Still, it did not matter. It was certain that he had not fully understood the Crimson Flame Ring. There was likely some secret hidden within it—some major secret or value connected to Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain.
Fang Mo merely shook his head.
"A fine treasure,