"Let me ask you one more time: where did you store those Cultivation Methods, magical artifacts, and the like that you had on you?"
Li Qing toyed with the silver Dragon-like Dagger in his hand, and his tone turned exceedingly cold. This left Old Xiang with no doubt that if he refused to cooperate, the other party would slit his throat with the dagger.
"In... in the Storage Bag." Xiang Fa gritted out.
A Storage Bag?
Upon hearing those three words, a slight ripple stirred within Li Qing's heart. He instinctively looked toward the strange brocade pouch hanging from the man's waist.
"Hm? Is it this thing?" Li Qing swiftly plucked off the brocade pouch, which was about the size of two fists.
The material felt rather strange to the touch. It was like woven silk, yet it also carried the texture of leather. He tried to force the pouch open with brute strength.
Yet to Li Qing's surprise, even with his astonishing strength, he could not open this Storage Bag for a moment!
Old Xiang, lying on the ground, became frantic. In an anxious aged voice, he said, "You can't open it with brute force! If you forcibly break it open, everything stored inside will be destroyed too!"
Though ordinary people were basically incapable of prying open a Storage Bag by brute force, Old Xiang did not believe the young man before him, fierce as a peerless tiger, was any ordinary person.
His strength was monstrously great, nearly comparable to certain Mid Qi Refining Body Cultivators.
"So that was it? Then tell me, how do I open it?!"
Li Qing had actually already realized that this thing probably needed to be activated with magical power.
Having only begun cultivating not long ago, he had clearly not yet completed the