C57 Commercial Building

"Who am I?"

Qin Zhuo squatted down and calmly looked at the wooden monkey. He took out a ring from his pocket.

An irregular triangle had been carved on the ring, and a sword had pierced through it.

The wooden monkey had never seen this ring before, but he had heard the pavilion master speak of it before, and the pavilion master had heard of the existence mentioned even higher up