The night deepened, and the city of Qingzhou was brilliantly illuminated.
Having spent about an hour in the Ten Thousand Treasure Tower, Zhao Letian, disguised as a robust man, had just left.
Walking on the street, Zhao Letian touched a black ring on his right index finger, revealing a satisfied smile on his lips.
This ring was a storage ring, with space enough to hold one cubic meter. Although it was the lowest grade storage ring, it wasn't cheap, costing Zhao Letian twenty mid-grade essence stones, which pained him significantly. More advanced storage rings were even more expensive, and he was not yet willing to purchase them, but fortunately, the space in this storage ring was basically sufficient for now.
