บท 1578: Chapter 1579: Centaur King

Zhang Hong's gaze remained fixed on the Bone Ring, and when he heard Song Jian bid fifty Purple Crystals, his face immediately showed an expression of delighted surprise. He quickly took out fifty Purple Crystals and handed them to Song Jian, his face full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Song Jian!" Zhang Hong said, taking the Bone Ring carefully into his hand.

As he took the Bone Ring, Zhang Hong's palm emitted a golden light, and he touched it with extreme care. The moment Zhang Hong's palm touched the Bone Ring, a corrosive white mist immediately emerged. Obviously, Zhang Hong couldn't wear the Bone Ring; even touching it caused him harm.

Zhang Hong immediately put the ring into his bag slot and let out a sigh of relief as he stood up.

"This ring is of special significance to me; it relates to my professional advancement. I really owe you one this time, Song Jian!" Zhang Hong said with a smile.