"Three Blood Cores!"
Looking at Miss Qingfeng as she stretched out her delicate little hand, Chen Yi couldn't help but chuckle.
He then tried to feel for the Sumeru Bag on his body, his consciousness delving into it.
As usual, the sensation of "seeing" the contents of the Sumeru Bag in his mind didn't occur; instead, it unfolded right before his eyes.
Correct.
The moment he touched the Sumeru Bag with the thought of "opening" and "drawing" items from it, the Sumeru Bag slowly unfolded before him like a scroll.
To call it a scroll was not exactly accurate; it was more like a huge storage cabinet, with items neatly arranged and appearing before his eyes.
Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, looking at these items that only he should be able to see, then he turned his head to look at Miss Qingfeng.
After seeing her expression, his heart sank.
Oh no, it seems his "poor and weak" disguise is falling apart.
"Wow!"
