Huo Yuhao shook his head helplessly, took the Purple Soul Guardian Ring off his right hand, and handed it to a guard. Then he gave Tan Yutou an ill-intentioned smile.
Tan Yutou froze briefly at Huo Yuhao's strange expression, but soon shook his head again. He firmly believed that his son's death and Ling Tian's disappearance had to be connected to the boy before him. Even if the search turned up nothing, he scoffed at the so-called tenfold compensation.
For generations, the Tan Family had supplied important officials to the Sun Moon Empire. Their foundations ran deep, and their wealth rivaled a nation's. How could a mere child compare?
The guard carefully examined Huo Yuhao's storage soul tool ring and immediately startled. After all, he served in the imperial palace. With his discerning eye, how could he fail to recognize that this ring was of an exceptionally high grade?
Moreover, the design of this storage soul tool ring seemed somewhat familiar to him, and that familiarity kept him from daring to show the slightest carelessness.
First, the guard took a full thirty boxes of lobster pastries out of the Purple Soul Guardian Ring. Together with the twenty boxes Huo Yuhao had already taken out, there were fifty in all. Stacked up, these pastry boxes would have reached almost two stories high. Even spread across the ground, they covered all the surrounding open space, leaving everyone almost nowhere to stand.
What he found next, however, brought awkward expressions to everyone's faces.
The guard pulled one brightly colored magazine and book after another from Huo Yuhao's storage soul tool ring. Most of their covers featured women striking all manner of coquettish poses. Their clothing revealed tantalizing glimpses of their bodies, the images so provocative that everyone present stared with their eyes fixed.