In the shadows, Yuan Qingshan took a step forward.
Yuan Yurong, however, wore a brilliant smile. "If Young Master Ning wanted to act, he would have done so already. You're not one for idle chatter."
Ning Xuan shook his head. "Then you're mistaken. I probed with my Divine Sense just now, and you had the chance to restrain it. But you didn't. One must be honorable. Things are different now."
"Miss Yuan, are you willing to give me your Storage Ring? Just answer truthfully. I'm not one to force others."
Yuan Yurong lowered her eyes, glanced at the sword pressed against her throat, then looked up again with a resentful gaze. "If you ask, Young Master Ning, of course I'm willing."
With that, she handed over the Storage Ring.
Ning Xuan thanked her and sheathed his sword.
Yuan Qingshan was about to make a move, but he suddenly stopped. Then, he simply let Ning Xuan leave with grand strides.
