Yu Ci was startled, then laughed. "You're really going to bleed yourself dry for this!"
Everyone in the hunting party knew that Fan Lao possessed a large-capacity Storage Ring, one of his most vital possessions. As a peddler's "shelf," goods flowed in and out of it constantly, yet it had never once been filled. Even without any large items inside, it was already remarkably valuable.
For a storage vessel, the most basic measures were capacity and spatial stability. Leaving aside the latter, the greater the capacity, the higher its value without question. Fan Lao knew that, with his strength, it would be difficult to protect such a treasure completely. Gritting his teeth, he had used a life-binding blood curse to link his life force to the ring. Should anyone take his life, the Storage Ring would be destroyed in an instant, cutting off any ill intentions.
But times had changed. For the sake of the matter in his heart, if Yu Ci nodded now, he would rather suffer grave damage to his vitality, lift the blood curse, and risk taking off the ring.
Having named his price, Fan Lao stared at Yu Ci, his heart uneasy.
Yu Ci shook his head. Storage Rings were nothing rare. Once he returned to the sect and filed a report, he could receive one. Yu Ci had always felt that such a thing did not need to be too large; enough was enough. Fan Lao's offer held no appeal for him whatsoever. Even if Fan Lao truly produced some treasure that moved him, he would not change his earlier decision, considering that "Muddlehead" had carried him and Gan Shizhen across thousands of miles.
Just as he was about to refuse, Yu Ci suddenly sensed something.
In the forest fifty miles away, a patch of