And the elderly man didn't seem to mind at all, only taking over the heavy, stout Ring of Golden Flame. Strangely enough, the ring, which had become dull and lightless after the event at Fenris, brightened once again in his hands when he held it up against the light of the fireplace.
The ring once again shone brightly, radiating a golden, molten-like glow.
He slowly rotated the ring, silent for a long period.
Others, unsure of what was happening, could only watch.
After a good while, the old man finally broke the silence, "Thirty years ago, I saw this ring once, and after that, Linxiu and I went our separate ways, each promising to investigate everything behind Dolifen—"
"But now the ring seems to be filled with an inexplicable power, entirely different from thirty years ago," he lifted his head, his white eyebrows raised, looking at Fang Hong, "I heard that Dolifen's Phantom Realm has disappeared; I presume you have been to that place, haven't you?"
