Zhiwei rubbed her little hands together excitedly, wiped away the remaining Divine Sense imprint on the Storage Bag in one go, then turned the bag upside down and gave it a hard shake.
"Clatter—!"
A huge pile of multicolored items poured out like a small waterfall, piling up into a glittering little hill on the damp rock.
"Ah… somehow it doesn't feel that exciting."
Zhiwei's eyes widened on instinct at first, but she quickly came back to her senses,
and realized… she actually no longer felt that old rush of delight in her heart.
Unacceptable.
These past few days she'd found too many treasures in the Withered Wood Forest, her psychological threshold had risen.
After all,
no matter how you put it, Yang Qiu was only a Foundation Establishment Sixth-Layer Cultivator. He might be rich, but that was about it.
"Be careful, he might have left some kind of backup in his Storage Bag."
Zhiwei reminded her while checking Jin'er's body.
"Mm…"
