“This… looks kind of like a bag of holding, but a bit better.” Meng Hao moved it back and forth in his hands, then used his spiritual power to feel it out a bit. Suddenly, his body began to tremble, as if it had been struck by invisible lightning. His eyes widened, revealing complete astonishment. After a long time passed, he lowered his head and looked into the bag.
“It’s so big…” he murmured. It was a bag of holding, but was so large inside that it seemed as if it could contain heaven and earth. The insides were misty, and so boundless that Meng Hao’s heart immediately shook.
It appeared as if entire mountains and rivers could be stored inside. Even though it was empty, its massive capacity was enough to call the bag itself a precious treasure.
Meng Hao’s mouth and tongue were dry. The Spirit Stones had made him happy. The medicinal pills had made him quiver with eagerness. And then there were the magical items. The scroll painting had shocked him and the spiritual might of the black colored net had left him shaken. But this bag left his head buzzing. It took a long time to pull himself together.
“I’m rich. This is true wealth…” Meng Hao muttered to himself, gripping the multicolored bag tightly. But then the expression on his face suddenly changed.
“If that was truly some great Sect’s trial by fire, it wouldn’t be a big deal if I interfered, but they surely won’t let me get away with so many treasures, medicinal pills and Spirit Stones.” His heart began to thump, and a conflicted look appeared on his head. However, he was determined not to give up the treasures he had acquired.
He organized everything carefully, then breathed in deeply and looked out at the evening. He emerged from the cave and left the mountains, looking thoughtfully at the walled city off in the distance.
“I have a lot of medicinal pills,” he muttered to himself as he gazed at the city with glittering eyes, “but I don’t recognize any of them. Therefore, I can’t safely consume any of them.” He began to walk toward the city.
He moved quickly, and soon approached the city gate, above which were written three characters.
Eastern Refinement City.
“This… looks kind of like a bag of holding, but a bit better.” Meng Hao moved it back and forth in his hands, then used his spiritual power to feel it out a bit. Suddenly, his body began to tremble, as if it had been struck by invisible lightning. His eyes widened, revealing complete astonishment. After a long time passed, he lowered his head and looked into the bag.“It’s so big…” he murmured. It was a bag of holding, but was so large inside that it seemed as if it could contain heaven and earth. The insides were misty, and so boundless that Meng Hao’s heart immediately shook.It appeared as if entire mountains and rivers could be stored inside. Even though it was empty, its massive capacity was enough to call the bag itself a precious treasure.Meng Hao’s mouth and tongue were dry. The Spirit Stones had made him happy. The medicinal pills had made him quiver with eagerness. And then there were the magical items. The scroll painting had shocked him and the spiritual might of the black colored net had left him shaken. But this bag left his head buzzing. It took a long time to pull himself together.“I’m rich. This is true wealth…” Meng Hao muttered to himself, gripping the multicolored bag tightly. But then the expression on his face suddenly changed."ถ้าที่ทดลองบางอย่างดีนิกาย โดยไฟ มันคงจะเรื่องใหญ่ถ้าฉันติด แต่พวกเขาก็จะไม่ให้ฉันกับหลายสมบัติ ยาสมุนไพร และ หินวิญญาณ" หัวใจของเขาเริ่มขมุบ และดู conflicted ปรากฏบนหัวของเขา อย่างไรก็ตาม เขาถูกกำหนดไม่ให้ค่าสมบัติที่เขาได้ซื้อเขาจัดทุกอย่างอย่างระมัดระวัง ลมหายใจในลึก แล้วดูออกตอนเย็น เขาโผล่ออกมาจากถ้ำ และซ้ายภูเขา ดูพิถีพิถันกำแพงเมืองปิดในระยะไกล"ฉันมีจำนวนมากของยายา เขาญี่ปุ่นเองเขาจ้องเมืองด้วยดวงตา "แต่จำใด ๆ ของพวกเขา ดังนั้น ฉันไม่สามารถอย่างปลอดภัยใช้ใด ๆ ของพวกเขา" เขาเริ่มเดินไปยังเมืองเขาย้ายอย่างรวดเร็ว และเร็ว เข้าหาประตูเมือง ซึ่งเขียนอักขระสามตัวนี้ตะวันออกปรับปรุงเมือง
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