Mason Rhodes had it the worst. His entire fortune was cleaned out, and the Storage Ring on his hand was gone.
No, it would be more accurate to say everything in the room was gone. A single glance revealed a space so empty that even a mouse would flee.
He stood in the empty room, his eyes wide.
"Where's my huge Thousand-year Cold Jade Bed?"
"My Storage Ring."
As for himself, he was left with nothing but a pair of underpants. When the reality of it hit him, he started screaming and charged right out the door.
"AHHH! DAMN IT ALL!"
"Who the hell did this?! Dad! A thief stole my things! They didn't even leave my clothes... Dad! Mom, help me!"
As it turned out, the looks on their faces were uglier than if they had seen a ghost.
In the Cultivation World, no one was afraid of things like demons or ghosts, but they would definitely fly into a rage if their treasures were stolen.
