The room was lit by flickering candlelight.
Su Bei, with a touch of curiosity, opened the storage ring that Mo Li had handed to him.
He was greeted with a piece of fabric that looked all too familiar. Swallowing hard, he carefully spread it out.
In an instant, a crumpled Red Bellyband appeared before Su Bei's eyes.
The storage ring preserved items excellently because it had no air circulation. For this reason, the Red Bellyband was presented in its original form. Besides the Red Bellyband, there was also a pair of scissors in the ring.
Hmm... just a very ordinary pair of scissors.
Su Bei thought back to that spine-chilling woman at Youjia Tavern in Mo City, the one who had applied aphrodisiacs to her dagger. He shivered unconsciously as he looked at the gleaming scissors.
Putting the scissors aside, Su Bei carefully examined the bafflingly damp Red Bellyband, as a faint fragrance mixed with an indistinct scent wafted through the air.
Doubt filled Su Bei's eyes.
