That confiscation remained standard procedure as prisoners naturally lost access to their possessions. They had thoroughly searched Little Bull.
Or at least, they believed they had.
Lin Mu quietly smiled. "They never found the ring."
His hidden storage ring remained exactly where it had always been. Invisible and untouchable. Only two beings could perceive it: Lin Mu himself and Xukong.
The ring had accompanied him from the very start of his journey and it continued proving invaluable. Without further hesitation, Lin Mu reached into the hidden storage space and a moment later a perfectly round Night Pearl appeared within his palm.
He possessed hundreds, perhaps thousands. They had accumulated over the years until he barely remembered acquiring most of them. Usually, they had remained forgotten among countless treasures.
Today... One finally became useful.
