The cave was dim and steeped in a deep lingering chill.
Fragments of bone lay scattered upon the uneven ground like withered petals of white lilies. Jiang Chen remained motionless in the silence, the soot black ring resting in the center of his palm.
He brushed the ring with his divine sense, yet there was not the slightest fluctuation within it. If tossed among common trinkets, it would not attract a second glance, appearing no different from a cheap mortal ornament.
But Jiang Chen knew better.
He appraised it inwardly. 'A peak grade Yellow Rank spatial ring? Oh, it even possesses an innate concealment array that deceives the divine sense and disguises itself as a mundane object. Even my high grade purple storage ring cannot conceal itself so thoroughly. This thing is probably worth a couple thousand spirit stones. Heh, the old fox wanted to hoard treasures even in death. How petty and small minded.'
