Old Huang had come to gather information on Di Tian's orders. Since he had not arrived through the proper channels from another ancient city, he dared not reveal his identity.
But the moment he entered the city, the Source Rings everywhere left him bewildered.
Without a Source Ring, he could not blend in with the cultivators. He stuck out like a sore thumb.
Earlier, he had merely asked what a Source Ring was, only to retreat under everyone's strange looks.
For the first time, Old Huang felt lost, as though the times had left him behind.
Now he spotted Miss Ling'er, whose family was on good terms with his. She wore a Source Ring on her finger too, so he hurried over to ask her about it.
"Oh, this? It's just a fake."
Bailing awkwardly licked her red lips. She took the fake Source Ring off her finger and gave it a gentle pinch, flattening it into a thin sheet.
She had arrived only a little before the old man. Once she discovered this awkward predicament, she had simply made a fake so she could blend in with the city's cultivators.
"A fake?"
Old Huang looked thoroughly dismayed. He had thought he had found someone in the know, only to learn she had forged hers.
Why hadn't I thought of that?
"But I pretended mine was broken. The others found it strange, but I did learn where to get a new one."
Miss Ling'er smiled as she revealed the solution.
"Really? Then let's hurry and get one!"
A gleam flashed through Old Huang's clouded eyes. He was far too curious about what a Source Ring actually did.
Cultivators like Old Huang and Bailing were hardly rare in the Second Ancient City now.
What had happened here was too astonishing. Jiang