This chapter's epigraph comes from a poem called "Rival rumble rumble rumble," which is a play on the word rumble. It's about a rumble that rumbles. It sounds like a rumble, but it's not a rumble at all. The rumble is coming from a guy named Xuan, who's staring at the guy in front of him. Xuan is staring at him because he has a storage ring. He's a cultivator, so he needs a ring to store all of his stuff. The ring that feng sister gave him isn't as valuable as he thought it would be. He can't even open it, because the owner's soul is imprinted on it with his or her blood. The guy is bummed that he didn't take the dude's storage ring, but he's also bummed that his own ring is useless because he doesn't have a way to open it. He wants to give the guy his