The copper coin lay quietly in Mo Hua's pale palm, seemingly lightweight, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Mo Hua felt a mix of emotions.
"But..." Mo Hua wondered to himself, "this Storage Ring, I've searched through it countless times before, there was absolutely nothing else inside..."
"Why did a copper coin suddenly appear?"
How did this copper coin appear after all?
Was it hidden by the Master on purpose?
Mo Hua touched his right thumb again.
On his thumb, the ancient ring looked ordinary, yet it was formless and traceless.
But it drank his blood, connected to his bloodline, visible only to him.
"Could this Storage Ring hide other secrets?"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, sighed silently.
Time was running out, he couldn't think too much, if he delayed any longer, Ling Huxiao and Little Wood might be sent into the depths of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, never to return.
He wanted to save them, but felt powerless.
