"This Storage Bag is pretty good!"
Ancestor Chongyang's gaze fell on He Pingsheng's Storage Bag again. "Once you get back, you can use it after refining it a little. This thing can conceal itself inside your body, so no one will notice anything!"
"For a low-level disciple, you couldn't ask for anything better!"
He Pingsheng asked, "Ancestor, would you like it?"
Ancestor Chongyang's face immediately darkened. "What kind of question is that?"
"You earned this yourself in the match. If I took it, wouldn't people laugh their teeth out at me?"
"Besides, hehehe... I have something better!" As he spoke, Ancestor Chongyang extended his left hand, curling in his thumb, index finger, ring finger, and little finger, leaving only his middle finger pointing straight at He Pingsheng. "Look, what's this?"
He Pingsheng couldn't help feeling that the ancestor's gesture was a little rude.
But he couldn't put his finger on exactly what was rude about it.
He saw a bright red ring on the ancestor's middle finger.
He Pingsheng asked, "What's that?"
Ancestor Chongyang said, "It's similar to the Storage Bag you use. This is called a Storage Ring!"
"Hehehe... Once you reach the Golden Core Stage, you've got to get yourself one of these. What would you look like, still carrying a Storage Bag around?"
He Pingsheng frowned as an image flashed through his mind.
Back when he had worked as a menial in the Alchemy Chamber, he seemed to remember seeing a certain Golden Core big shot strutting around with a Storage Bag.
Now that he's got a ring, he's started bragging?
"Look!" Ancestor Chongyang jerked his chin to the side. "Your little sweetheart has come looking for you... Have a chat first. Once you're done, you're coming back with me!"
"All right!" He Pingsheng walked toward Qiao