"Brother Wan, has the Storage Bag really been lost?"
Lin Qiu was also somewhat anxious.
All the Devil Cores they had obtained over the past five days were in Wan Tianhai's Storage Bag.
Wan Tianhai forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke solemnly, "I didn't expect that kid to be so cunning, but there's a restrictive spell I placed on the Storage Bag; he shouldn't be able to break it."
Shouldn't be able to?
Lin Qiu's complexion didn't look too good as he pondered, "The person from the Moro Empire looked unfamiliar, and this isn't the first time I've dealt with him. The Formation is indeed tricky. Brother, think of a way quickly to find the whereabouts of Lan Xingshu and the others. I'm worried that kid might be able to crack the restrictive spell you left behind."
"Crack it? How could he possibly succeed!" Wan Tianhai was a bit enraged and humiliated.
Lin Qiu fell silent.
Both parties became somewhat quiet.
The atmosphere turned awkward.
