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"What is this?" Zhang Menglong took the ring from Tony's hand. It was silver-white, with a gem that looked like a moonstone embedded on top, exquisitely crafted, yet showing some signs of age.
"This is the signet of the Dean of the Theological Academy. As long as you have this, you can enter the academy anytime and have the highest level of access," Tarik explained.
Zhang Menglong slipped the ring onto his ring finger, and the ring that was originally a whole size too large magically shrunk to fit perfectly. The ring contrasted starkly with another gemstone ring on his index finger that once belonged to Louis XIV—one extravagantly flamboyant, the other understated yet mysterious.
In an instant, a stream of information flooded into Zhang Menglong's mind, and at the same time, a mysterious force subtly began to transform his body.
This ring wasn't just a token representing the identity of the Dean. It had many other functions.