In the inn's quiet room, the Formation light flowed, isolating the inside and out. Fang Hao sat cross-legged, and before him floated two Storage Rings of ancient style, yet lingering with a faint bloody aura—exactly from Golden Core Middle Stage and Gong Mingli.
After successfully assassinating two Golden Core Elders in a row, Fang Hao's state of mind had no big waves; only the pleasure of revenge and cold killing intent intertwined in his eyes. His Divine Sense went out, easily erasing the weak residual imprint on the rings, and he began to count the harvest.
