Wanqi Jingyi smiled and said to Han Xiyuan, "Just accept it."
The latter still did not take it, even changing his manner of address: "Brother Jingyi, I really can't accept this, it's too precious."
For cultivators, a storage space ring is a treasured artifact, how could he take someone else's beloved item?
Wanqi Jingyi wanted to persuade him further, but suddenly someone else appeared before him.
Prince Rong walked up to him, took the ring from his hand, and showed a cordial yet cunning smile: "I will accept the kind gesture of my nephew on Xiyuan's behalf. This child still hasn't faced such situations before; it's truly not like me."
Saying this, he eagerly put the ring on Han Xiyuan's hand.
The onlookers were utterly amazed by his shameless behavior.
Everyone inwardly noted that the young prince Han could indeed not match the thick-skinned nature of this old fox.
"Father!" Han Xiyuan was anxious.
