storage ring" .Suddenly, Chen Ping's eyes lit up. He then bit his finger and dropped a drop of blood on it.As the blood touched the ring, it let out a hum. Immediately after, the once pitch-black ring...our Feitian Sect's dragonfly!"The old man's face was flushed with anger. It was because he had pretended to be clever just now that he did not stop Chen Ping and the others!If this got back to Fei Tia...
Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control