Mao Mingyuan smiled bitterly. “Will you stop playing with me, Miss Qiao? How could you lay eyes on things from my collection?”

With these words, he slowly approached the wrecked ancient starship and threw his own ring of holding to Qiao Yunxi.

“My lifetime collection is in that ring,” Mao Mingyuan said. “You’re welcome to take whatever you like.”

Knowing that killing Qiao Yunxi wasn’t an option, he could only let her take whatever she liked, hoping that ...