Nangong Sanli took the ring over and examined it under the sunlight, noticing nothing peculiar.
He slipped the ring on his index finger, bent his finger slightly, and his fingertip could touch something hard. He hesitated for a moment and then pressed it.
Just as he pressed it, the originally unremarkable ring suddenly produced a circle of blades, shining with a sinister cold light in the sunlight. Upon closer inspection, there was a pale green tint that had been soaked in, flashing an unsettling sheen—presumably, this was the deadly poison the man had mentioned.
