Thirty seconds.
Or perhaps even shorter.
In the sudden howling wind, the mist roiled, as if boiling, the darkness within the gray danced like a beast, ready to devour.
After realizing the brink of life and death just now, Minkler dared not delay any longer. He straightforwardly pulled open his collar, revealing a ring hanging from his neck.
It looked simple and understated, without any complex or extravagant design, yet no one in the Xiang State dared to imitate it, for it was the symbol of the Minkler Family's identity.
As an alchemy creation, it seemed to carry some verification function, identifying authenticity and providing certification.
Ji Jue had seen it before, in Minkler's hand, and now it was hidden away by Minkler, not daring to show it — because within the gemstone on the ring, a tiny, shifting crimson light flickered like a flame, silently rising and swirling.
It left Ji Jue stunned.
