Zhu Xingzheng's heart skipped a beat. What's up with this fat tiger, and why has it set its sights on this Storage Ring?
However, he immediately began to concoct a story, claiming it was a cherished item left by a loved one. By the end of his tale, his eyes were red, and he was on the verge of tears.
Truly, listeners felt empathy and couldn't help but sigh at how deeply affectionate this person was.
The group of Spirit Beasts, looking at Zhu Xingzheng, couldn't help but show sympathy in their eyes.
"Hand it over. I don't want your ring,"
Red Cat sternly said.
Zhu Xingzheng cursed inwardly. What's with this fat tiger, not having any sympathy at all?
Feeling the piercing gaze, he swallowed his saliva and handed over the ring.
"Do not panic. The ring refined by our young Alliance Hierarch has my mark on it; others won't be able to find the space inside it,"