A slight commotion would be easily detected by them instantly.
On the other side, Song Changming lagged a bit, refraining from joining the conversation, his gaze fixed on the distance while his attention was mostly on himself.
To be precise, it was on the ring clutched in his palm.
This was exactly the Qiankun Ring from Zhao Liang's body.
Spiritual power flowed over it, constantly eroding the mark that belonged to Zhao Liang.
During those days, besides restoring his physical state, the thing he did most was focusing entirely on this ring.
Even though the original owner was already dead, the residual mark of the Qiankun Ring was still hard to erase.
The mark was like a lock, and what he was doing was repeatedly smashing the lock with the most primitive and brute force, thereby breaking it open to access the ring.
In fact, if his Rune Tao skills were profound, he could easily remove the residual mark and open the Qiankun Ring without such time-consuming and strenuous efforts.
