After a long time, Long Yutian finally walked in holding a thick book, sat down in a chair, flipped open the book, and took out an old photo.
"Dad, what is this?"
"These are the three rings!" Long Yutian pushed the photo in front of Long Linger.
Long Linger widened her eyes to look. The three rings, by their appearance, were exactly the same, each with a majestic dragon perched on it, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, exquisite and ingenious. The dragon's head seemed alive, yet the dragon's eyes looked very eerie and evil. The three rings differed in color: black, gold, and silver snow. Placed in a very expensive jewelry box, they looked extremely noble.
"Dad, why are there three?" Long Linger remembered Yeh Huang had mentioned the Dragon Ring to her, supposedly imbued with formidable power.
