It was night.
Gu Yansui had already fallen asleep.
There was a thin white chain on his chest, with a seemingly ordinary ring attached to it.
This was the Purple Cloud Ring.
It was Gu Yansui's own decision not to wear it on his hand. He treasured this ring even more than Gu Shengyin, saying that if he wore it on his hand and someone noticed it, he wouldn't be able to protect himself, which would be troublesome.
The Purple Cloud Ring returning to this unremarkable form was also for the same purpose of concealment.
What he didn't see was that, in this silent darkness, the ring on his chest was emitting a faint purple glow.
Then, a very dim radiance flowed out of the ring, gathering in mid-air to form a very illusory figure.
The shadowy figure was barely clear, flickering in and out of existence, and appeared somewhat eerie in the darkness.
