Lin Heng was not someone who cared much about winning or losing for the moment.
Even if he was knocked down today, there was still tomorrow... And if he was knocked down tomorrow, there was still the day after...
Day after day, without end!
As long as he won the final round and wrote his opponent into his own Lin Clan Spring and Autumn Annals, everything would be perfect.
Wasn't Prison Ye the perfect example? No matter how powerful he had been early on, once he lost in the later stages, he was finished.
"Little Sister Moon Glass, I heard you have a portrait of me that you like to take out and look at. Is that true?"
"Σ(*???*) Huh? How did you...!" Dugu Yueli was startled and nearly let it slip.
"How did I know?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about. Don't be so narcissistic... I don't have a portrait of you!"
"Hehe! Really? Little Sister Xuexue accidentally let it slip. Then I'd better search you properly."
Lin Heng rubbed his little hands together, his gaze sweeping over her body. Soon, he spotted the Storage Ring on her right index finger.
He had nearly forgotten to collect the spoils of war!!
Hand it over!
The instant the ring fell into his hands, Dugu Yueli visibly panicked.
"Hey! You can't do this! That's my ring... What you're doing is theft!!"
"Don't be so innocent. You yourself belong to me now, so naturally all the treasures on you belong to me too!"
"Let me see what treasures the ancestor left you!"
Lin Heng swept his Divine Sense inside and rummaged through it for useful spoils. Before long, an especially delighted expression appeared on his face.
A pill cauldron radiating purple qi and golden light—it was clearly priceless. Taken!!
"Ah! That's