"No, don't look at me like that," Cao Zhen said with a calm face, "We are both only at the Core Formation Stage, whereas you have already reached the cultivation of the Wind Fire Tribulation. Are you still afraid we might run away?"
"Anyway, if you keep us here, we are both as good as dead. Just consider satisfying my curiosity before I die, will you? Let me have a look. We are disciples of the top ten Immortal Sects. You can't possibly refuse such a small request, can you?"
"So be it." Jue Ying, upon hearing this, took out his Qiankun Bag and tossed it to Cao Zhen. While tossing it, he felt inexplicably bewildered—why had he just thrown his Qiankun Bag to the other person?
The Qiankun Bag, refined with special techniques, could carry all things. Although it was just a small bag, like a money pouch, its interior contained an entire world.
Cao Zhen caught the Qiankun Bag and swiftly infused a thread of mana to inspect its contents.
So wealthy, incredibly wealthy!
