Spirit Sword

Hong Zhao went to the room he had designated as his own and shut the door. He took the three rings he had gotten in Zi Bai's cave and examined them more closely. He had already claimed them, yet he hadn't had the time to look through each of them. Having spent a great deal of time and effort to clear the whole dungeon of the stone lions, he hadn't thought to look at his spoils when he had first gotten them. Honestly, he was just tired of not seeing the sky at that point.

Hong Zhao sat in the lotus position and cast his consciousness into the first ring. It wasn't the same as the ring Lan had given him. It wasn't a football field sized storage ring, but a twelve by eighteen room storage ring filled to the brim with gold. He looked at the mounds of gold with wide eyes, yet part of him was still disappointed. He was hoping for some new abilities, or at least more cultivation materials. The gold would definitely help in the long run, but it wasn't the windfall he was hoping for.