Zhao Yuan smiled and shook his head. "For the time being, this is the only Storage Ring I have, so I can't sell it to you."
Ying Ji said grumpily, "Then why did you ask if we wanted one? Are you just messing with us?"
The Ying Family Ancestor, however, keenly picked up on a key word in Zhao Yuan's sentence. "What do you mean, 'for the time being'? Could it be that you know where to find other Storage Rings and have a way to get them?"
"Ancestor, listen to you. The way you say it makes me sound like I'm some kind of thief," Zhao Yuan said with a helpless laugh. He stopped beating around the bush and laid it out plainly. "Here's the deal. If you want a Storage Ring, I can make one for you. But you'll have to provide the materials, and the crafting fee won't be cheap."
Ying Ji cried out in astonishment, "You can create Spatial Magical Artifacts? How is that possible! That kind of Artifact Creation skill has been lost for over a thousand years!"
