Very soon.
Before even a cup of tea's worth of time had passed.
The furnace lid opened.
A tiny ring sprang out.
Dull gray and utterly unremarkable, it bounced twice on the ground.
Yang Yong picked it up and glanced at its information:
[Curio: Half-Pouch Ruin Ring] [Grade: Unranked] [Ability: Half a meter of static storage space. Items can be stored and retrieved with a thought. Objects inside never decay.] [Cost: 1. Each storage or retrieval consumes a tiny amount of lifespan.] [2. Storing broken, filthy objects attracts the scrutiny of low-level Eerie.] [3. Amplifies the wearer's obsession with hoarding... the emptier it is, the more anxious they become; the more they hoard, the more they want to hoard, until the compulsion eats into their very bones.]
Yang Yong curled his lip. Only half a meter of space.
It could not remotely compare to his Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring.
Still, for an immortal, this thing already counted as a priceless treasure.
Yang Yong casually tossed it to Gray Fourth Master.
Gray Fourth Master caught the ring, and golden light instantly blazed in his rat eyes.
He raised the ring before his eyes and turned it over and over, his hands trembling.
Then...
Unable to help himself, he tried tucking the ring into his robe, but before he could put it away, he took it out to look again, as though someone might snatch it away the next second.
"My lord..."
Gray Fourth Master was about to speak when Hu Xian'er stopped him from beside him.
"Put it away."
Hu Xian'er said softly, "The Deputy City Lord has no interest in things like these."
"Working hard for him from now on is better than anything else."
Only then did Gray Fourth Master put the ring