But before Jia Kai asked anything, Mo Han reached into the folds of his travel cloak and drew out three objects, placing them carefully on a flat rock between them.
The morning sun caught the first item—a ring of pure gold, gleaming with soft luster. Around its circumference, delicate spirit marks swirled like flowing rivers, each one pulsing faintly as though alive.
Jia Kai's breath caught. "A… storage spirit ring?"
She crouched down, her fingers trembling slightly as she picked it up. The smooth metal was cool against her skin, yet the spirit marks seemed to hum faintly at her touch. Her lips curved into a bright smile despite herself.
"I never expected Soya Khan would be so generous," she murmured, turning the ring over in her palm. "These are rare for small sects. A storage ring can hold more than a dozen cubic meters of goods, preserved without decay. To use it—"
