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Riverside.
Temporary Camp.
In the basement, Fang Xing neatly sorted and stored the bird meat and feathers.
That Second Rank Demon Core, although a fine item, was of no use to him, and he couldn't find an Alchemist to refine it into a Foundation Establishment Pill, so it became a mere collectible.
However, this collectible was precious enough to warrant space in his storage bag.
Ever since acquiring the storage bag, Fang Xing had found moving much more convenient. Of course, due to the bag's sensitive nature, he definitely wouldn't take it to the Blue Star Federation, using it only around here.
And because both storage bags had limited capacity, he couldn't fit all of the Second Rank Demon Beast meat inside, so they were just tools to increase his carrying volume during a move.
"This place could be modified a bit to become a permanent camp."
After depositing the spoils of war into the warehouse, Fang Xing looked around and felt fairly satisfied.
