"The most destitute wandering mercenary in Gray Mist City dug out the mud from a bronze ring while skinning a monster in the wilderness - this broken ancestral ring actually erupted into golden light when he shed blood! A growable inventory, a storehouse of spiritual herbs that can be kept fresh, and space that can store even live monsters... Lin Yuan licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and stuffed the first-order magic core he had just picked up.
Was he scolded as "a country bumpkin worthy" during the pharmacist exam?
He took out the thousand-year-old snow ginseng that had been hidden in the ring for three years with his backhand; was the family pursuing him to death?
Jieli had already stocked up on poisoned crossbow arrows and healing elixirs; on the day when the abyss rift swallowed the city, everyone was running away, and only he patted the ring: 'I have hidden half of the city's resources, what should I lose?
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From a hunter in the wilderness to the top of all races - every step of his counterattack is hidden in this bronze ring. "
