But Fang Hong had already sensed something from Miss Fairy's demeanor—after all, the two of them were naturally in sync.
He then reached under his collar and pulled out the string, on which hung the Ring of Golden Flame, not only dim and lightless but with a noticeable crack on its surface. The Ring of Golden Flame, now scarred, felt completely different—
Previously, although it sometimes dimmed, it was nothing more than a plain, unadorned ring. It wasn't like now, dark and heavy, resembling a piece of scrap metal.
Fang Hong held the ring in his hand, dazed for a moment—not because he had ruined the ring and didn't know how to explain it to Mazak, but because of a sudden premonition that arose in his heart. He turned his head to look at Tata.
"This ring…?"
"Something has happened, Mr. Knight," Miss Fairy answered softly.
But Fang Hong silently sensed it, and his mind world was very quiet, with no trace of the clear knocking sound.
Had it gone silent again?
