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 would suffice. 

Qiao Yunxi made a grabbing motion in the air with her jade-white left hand, and the ring of holding flew into her palm.

Then, a wisp of her soul awareness swam inside the ring of holding before her for a few seconds before her face grew increasingly cold. “Don’t try to fool me with this crap!” she blurted.

She threw the ring of holding back to Mao Mingyuan.

Looking rather embarrassed, Mao Mingyuan bowed slightly and said, “We can never match your sect’s strength and resources. And I’m not the sectmaster. It’s only natural that...