"Hmm."
Chen Qiu nodded, opened his eyes, lifted his sleeve and gave it a shake, causing more than thirty Storage Rings to fall down. Then, he quietly said, "Thank you, elder."
If this Shopkeeper insisted on acting like an elder, Chen Qiu had no objections to addressing him as one.
"Wow."
A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "That's quite a lot."
Then, one could see the middle-aged man's fingertips spark with a strand of Spiritual Energy, finer than a strand of hair and barely visible in the dim light. He picked up a Storage Ring, closed his eyes, and drove the Spiritual Energy into the ring—it took him several breaths to fiddle with it.
A very faint, crisp sound was heard in the silent temple.
"Phew!"
The middle-aged man exhaled softly, a trace of pride appearing on his face as he set the Storage Ring aside and chuckled, "It's just the most basic restriction, obviously from 'Xuzhou.' 'Xuzhou' likes to make these barely-there restrictions."
