"I doubt I will use it. Why not just wait for your method to be perfected, then?"

Emily then took the storage ring and looked around for the item. "If it's just to use this ring, isn't it better to use the storage cube?"

Alex chuckled. "Of course not. The storage ring is bonded to your soul. I still cannot replicate this in the storage cube.

As for the cube, anyone can access it, so it's not that safe. You should know even passwords and biometrics can be cracked open."

"Then why did you give me the cube?"

"Of course, for promotion. Who else is better to promote our product than a hunter?" Alex answered with a grin.

This made Emily feel the urge to throw the cube at his face. 'Couldn't he have just said so from the beginning!' she cursed in her mind.

Meanwhile, in another world, MingYue was still staying at the same inn.

She had changed her strategy, making ZanLu and other people in her entourage look for more information and recruit people for her sect.

Da Ying City was still locked down, without any significant movement from the Xueqi Family.

She just occasionally saw some of their guards patrolling the city every few hours.

KNOCK... KNOCK...

"Miss, Mr. Jianfeng is bringing a kid with him," a female voice came from across the door.

"Finally..." MingYue mumbled, then raised her voice. "Bring them to the reception room."

Since she decided to stay in the city for a while, MingYue purchased the inn and gave the employees a break.

At this time, only her people were staying at the inn. She wasn't afraid her family would get hold of the information since she knew how they operated.

They didn't care what happened with the commoners as long as they paid taxes.

MingYue had told Jianfeng to bring MingHao to the inn, also informing him that MingYue was fine and recuperating at her place.

MingYue still hid the truth in case some of the Xueqi family asked Jianfeng about it, but in reality, she knew this was somewhat pointless.

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If the family really suspected something, they would just scour his memories and go directly to the inn.

The real reason she did this was just because it felt awkward.

Jianfeng had knelt before her multiple times, requesting her to take care of MingYue, who was herself.

'Why would those people I read about in novels enjoy posing as powerhouses?

It's annoying as hell,' she thought.

She wouldn't have hidden her identity if she had known this would happen. Things just become more complicated.

Now, she didn't know how to tell Jianfeng, even though she used to hate him.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't touched by his concern when her other family turned their backs on her.

In the reception room, with multiple wooden chairs, Jianfeng was standing with a boy at his side.

He had short black hair and amber eyes. Anyone who saw the boy would know he was related to MingYue with one glance.

"Uncle, is it true? Is Sis still alive?" MingHao asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Yes, she is alive, so make sure you respect the lady and don't say anything unless asked; her life is in the lady's hands," Jianfeng warned.

Before he could say anything further, MingYue entered the room, still in her disguise.

The moment she entered, MingHao's eyes widened. He wanted to run, but Jianfeng held him in place and whispered, "Where are your manners?"

MingHao was about to say something, but MingYue spoke first. "Leave us alone, Jianfeng."

Hearing the order, Jianfeng hesitated, but there was no reason to ask this if she wanted to hurt MingHao.

He reluctantly bowed and left, but not before warning MingHao again to behave.

MingYue didn't bring any attendants either.

Now alone in the room, both of them exchanged gazes.

Many thoughts ran through MingHao's mind. Despite his young age, he was not stupid; he knew his sister's personality.

"Sis... Why are you doing this? Does the family really want you dead?" MingHao asked in a low voice.

Since MingYue entered the room, he could feel a connection with her, one that he would never feel with other people.

Seeing his little brother, some old memories started to resurface.

Her rosy lips raised upward into a smirk. "You have grown taller now, brat!"

MingHao's height now reached MingYue's elbow; the last time she saw him, he was only barely at her waist.

Hearing her calling him a brat made MingHao's eyes turn teary since that confirmed she was his sister.

MingHao tried his best to hold back his tears, as his uncle had told him many times, "Men shouldn't cry."

His hand started grasping his clothes, and then he lowered his head.

"I am sorry, Sis. I should not have disturbed you when you were practicing.

I just wanted you to play with me. But I realize I am just being a hassle to you and disrupting your practice."

Seeing MingHao trying to act mature, MingYue chuckled. "Come here."

MingHao nodded and started walking toward her. Seeing him obedient made her smile; she had never seen him act like this.

When MingHao was an arm's distance away from MingYue, he stopped.

"Did you think I died too?"

"Everyone does... And I even checked your talisman; it broke..." he said with a cracked voice.

Then he raised his head, looking at MingYue. "You are really my sister, right?"

"Why do you think I am her?"

"Only she would call me a brat, and I can just tell it's you..." he paused for a moment, then continued.

"What happened, Sis, after you left last time? Mom started acting weirdly, and so did Dad."

MingYue chuckled, then pinched his plump cheek.

"You brat, since when have you been trying to act all mature like this?

So, tell me what happened after I left."

MingHao's face grimaced with pain, but he smiled.