"I doubt I will use it. Why not just wait for your method to be perfected, then?"
Emily took the storage ring and looked inside for the item.
"If it is just to use this ring, would it not be better to use the storage cube?" she asked.
Alex chuckled.
"Of course not. The storage ring is bonded to your soul.
I still cannot replicate this in the storage cube. As for the cube, anyone can access it, so it is not that safe.
You should know that even passwords and biometrics can be cracked."
"Then why did you give me the cube?" Emily asked.
"Promotion, of course. Who is better to promote our product than a hunter?" Alex said with a grin.
Emily felt the urge to throw the cube at his face.
He could have just said that from the start, she thought.
Meanwhile, in another world, MingYue was still staying at the same inn.
She had changed her strategy.
She now had ZanLu and the others in her group searching for more information and recruiting people for her sect.
Da Ying City was still under lockdown. There was no major movement from the Xueqi Family.
She only saw some of their guards patrolling the city every few hours.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
"Miss, Mr. Jianfeng is bringing a kid with him," a female voice said from outside the door.
"Finally," MingYue mumbled, then raised her voice. "Bring them to the reception room."
Since she had decided to stay in the city for a while, MingYue had purchased the inn and given the original employees a break.
Only her own people lived in the inn now.
She was not worried that her family would learn about this. She knew how they operated.
They did not care what happened to commoners as long as taxes were paid.
MingYue had told Jianfeng to bring MingHao to the inn.
She had also told him that MingYue was safe and recovering at her place.
She still hid the truth in case some member of the Xueqi Family questioned Jianfeng.
In reality, she knew this was almost pointless.
If the family truly suspected something, they would just search his memories and come straight to the inn.
The real reason she kept up the act was because it felt awkward.
Jianfeng had knelt before her many times, begging her to take care of MingYue, who was actually herself.
Why would people in those novels enjoy pretending to be mysterious experts, she thought. It was just annoying.
If she had known things would turn out like this, she would never have hidden her identity.
Now everything was more complicated.
She did not even know how to explain it to Jianfeng.
She had hated him before, but it would be a lie to say she was not moved by his concern when the rest of the family had turned their backs on her.
In the reception room, which had several wooden chairs, Jianfeng stood with a boy at his side.
The boy had short black hair and amber eyes.
Anyone who saw him would know at a glance that he was related to MingYue.
"Uncle, is it true? Is Sis still alive?" MingHao asked.
His eyes were full of hope.
"Yes, she is alive. So make sure you respect the lady and do not speak unless she asks.
Her life is in the lady's hands," Jianfeng warned.
Before he could say anything else, MingYue entered the room. She was still using her disguise.
The moment she stepped in, MingHao's eyes widened.
He wanted to run to her, but Jianfeng held him in place and whispered, "Where are your manners?"
MingHao was about to speak, but MingYue spoke first.
"Leave us alone, Jianfeng."
Jianfeng hesitated when he heard the order.
However, if she had wanted to harm MingHao, there would be no reason to send him out.
He bowed and left the room, but not before warning MingHao one more time to behave.
MingYue did not bring any attendants with her either.
Now they were alone in the room, facing each other.
They stared at each other in silence.
Many thoughts ran through MingHao's mind.
He was still young, but he was not stupid. He knew his sister's personality.
"Sis... why are you doing this? Does the family really want you dead?" MingHao asked in a low voice.
From the moment MingYue had entered the room, he had felt a special connection to her.
It was a feeling he never had with anyone else.
When MingYue looked at her little brother, old memories surfaced.
Her rosy lips curved into a smirk.
"You have grown taller now, brat."
MingHao's height now reached her elbow. The last time she had seen him, he had only reached her waist.
When she called him a brat, MingHao's eyes turned teary. That one word confirmed for him that she was really his sister.
He tried hard to hold back his tears. His uncle had told him many times that men should not cry.
His hand clenched the fabric of his clothes, and he lowered his head.
"I am sorry, Sis. I should not have disturbed you when you were practicing.
I just wanted you to play with me. But I realize I was only bothering you and getting in the way of your practice."
Seeing him try to act mature, MingYue chuckled.
"Come here."
MingHao nodded and walked toward her.
His obedient behavior made her smile. She had never seen him act like this before.
When he was an arm's length away from her, he stopped.
"Did you think I died too?" she asked.
"Everyone did... and I even checked your talisman. It broke," he said, his voice cracking.
He raised his head and looked at her.
"You are really my sister, right?"
"Why do you think I am her?" she asked.
"Only she would call me a brat.
And I can just tell it is you..." He paused, then continued, "What happened, Sis, after you left last time?
Mom started acting weird, and so did Dad."
MingYue chuckled and pinched his plump cheek.
"You brat, since when did you start acting so mature? So, tell me what happened after I left."
MingHao's face twisted in pain from the pinch, but he still smiled.