Jiang Ping An looked at the Storage Ring before him, its alluring glow promising treasure, but still did not reach for it.
He regarded Ning Yun Ya calmly and asked,
"Young Master Ning, before I agree, I need to understand this better. Where exactly are we going? And what exactly will I need to do?"
"As for where we're going... that must remain secret for now. The matter is important, so I hope you'll forgive me, Brother Long."
Ning Yun Ya rested his folding fan lightly against his chin and offered an apologetic smile. "As for what I need you to do, it's quite simple. There are two main tasks."
"First, protect me. Second, when necessary, help me find certain things."
His fundamental reason for creating the three layers of the Illusionary Realm was to find people like Jiang Ping An, who could resist the strange mask's erosion of the mind.
Such people could serve as his personal guards while he explored that strange place, ensuring he remained clearheaded when faced with the threat of the totems.
Jiang Ping An looked at the Ning Family's Young Master and rapidly weighed the gains and risks.
At last, he reached out and accepted the Storage Ring.
He swept his Divine Sense through it. The pure divine power radiating from the mountain of Spirit King Pills inside stirred his heart.
Several considerations had led him to this decision.
First, Ning Yun Ya was a Second Level God King himself. Since he dared venture there in person, he must have assessed the danger to some degree. At the very least, it could not be a place from which there was no hope of survival.
Second, and most importantly, the reward was simply too generous to refuse.
If he obtained all twenty thousand Spirit King