As Feng Fan left the ruins of Prince Shen Yi's castle, a sly grin spread across his face. In his right hand, a small, inconspicuous ring shimmered under the dim moonlight.
"Prince Shen Yi, I have high expectations for your treasures… don't disappoint me," he murmured, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Attacking Shen Yi hadn't been his only goal; his true prize lay in the spoils. Stealing the prince's space ring was a given. After all, the top brass of the Shen Empire on Red Pole had to be obscenely rich, right?
Feng Fan was a man of honor, a firm believer in the value of friendship—especially when that friendship came with deep pockets, like Prince Shen Yi's.
'It's a good thing Shen Yi has a friend as thoughtful as me, someone willing to lighten the heavy burden he'd otherwise have to drag into the afterlife. Safe travels, my dear friend Shen Yi!'
