"Min Lun took most of the ink gold from Yucheng. Did you manage to retrieve the ink gold from Min Lun's ring?" Shan Ting asked with a faint smile.
Lan Xiaobu replied, "I did try to take what was inside, but Min Lun's ring had restrictions I couldn't break open immediately. At that moment, Commander Jun mentioned exchanging Min Lun for someone, and I didn’t want to delay the Divine Lord’s affairs, so I handed the ring over."
"What a pity..."
Shan Ting sighed, though it was unclear whether he believed Lan Xiaobu’s words.
Lan Xiaobu didn’t care either way.
Whether Shan Ting believed him or not, he had no intention of staying in this wretched place any longer.
"Father..."
Shan Yucheng began to speak again.
Shan Ting said indifferently, "This is still a military setting. Address me as Divine Lord."
"Yes," Shan Yucheng quickly complied.
"Divine Lord, I didn’t give Min Lun much of the ink gold I obtained. Most of it is still with me."
As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a ring and handed it to Shan Ting.
Shan Ting took the ring, swept it with his divine sense, and his eyes lit up with delight.
He nodded approvingly.
"Good. You’ve done well this time."