Yao Qing recognized it at a glance.
What Huang Ying was holding was her nephew Jing'Er's ring!
Although she had only glanced at it casually at the time, the ring's peculiar design made a deep impression on Yao Qing.
Yao Qing's body swayed, her face turned ashen, and her eyes were filled with despair.
She had heard what the people outside the door had just said.
The owner of the ring fell off a cliff.
Jing'Er was dead!
Thud!
Yao Qing's legs gave way, and she collapsed directly onto the ground.
Jing'Er was her sister's only hope.
Yao Qing couldn't even imagine how heartbroken her sister would be when she heard the news of Jing'Er's death!
Zhao Yi looked at Yao Qing, shrugged, and said, "Shopkeeper Yao, it seems you're too late. If you had spoken up earlier, maybe that monk named Fajing would have been alright!"
As Zhao Yi spoke, he reached out and took the ring from Huang Ying.
He observed it for a while, not seeing anything special, and casually tossed it onto the table.
