By the fourth watch of the night, thick black clouds still flashed with lightning and rumbled with thunder. The wind howled, and torrential rain pounded down.
Xu Lanqing tossed the Storage Ring in his hand. It contained everything stripped from the dead Sect Master and senior members of the Mystic Underworld Sect, as well as everything the sect had accumulated over the years. Now, though, it all belonged to him.
After carefully probing it with his spiritual power, he took out all three Soul Bones inside. They were probably the most valuable things in there.
There were two Right Arm Soul Bones and one Left Arm Soul Bone, all less than fifty thousand years old. They all looked somewhat damaged, and their combined value couldn't compare to the Spirit Condensing Wisdom Skull that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had bought at auction.
He turned the Soul Bones over in his hands a few times and looked at Snow Empress. Before he could say anything, she cut him off.
"You can decide what to do with these Soul Bones. You don't have to worry about what I think. I won't read too much into it."
The moment Xu Lanqing's eyes turned toward Snow Empress, she understood what he wanted to say from that single look.
It wasn't just that their contract let them sense each other's souls; they had also developed an unspoken understanding through the time they'd spent together.
When Xu Lanqing saw the Soul Bones, his first thought had been to worry about how she felt. That showed how sincerely he cared for her. Her heart grew as sweet as honey, for happiness was that simple to her:
"Though I'd like to deny it, it's the norm for human Soul Masters in this world to absorb Soul Rings