Even then, it still hadn't opened its mouth to show off those big white teeth. It seemed to understand that it was better off keeping its mouth shut; the moment it opened it, those teeth were terrifying.
What Ye Chuqi wanted to know was how much weight the Sea Ship could carry. Jun Ruofeng had only expanded the space beneath its deck, but with so much piled aboard, wouldn't it sink?
Jun Ruofeng rolled his eyes at the Spatial Ring on Ye Chuqi's finger—the ring Ye Qinglan had given her was the prettiest and suited her tastes best, so she always wore it—and sneered. "You're wearing a Spatial Ring. Does your finger feel weighed down?"
"That's not quite the same thing, is it?"
"How is it different?"
"A Spatial Ring works differently. Doesn't it open a passage to a separate space? That's why people say that if you destroy one, everything inside gets swept away by a Spatial Vortex. But expanding a ship's hold should work like a Magic Tent. You fold and enlarge the space that's already there, so the weight of everything inside still exists, right?"
"You've used a Magic Tent."
Of course Ye Chuqi had, but the implication in Jun Ruofeng's words made her hesitate for a moment.
"Did you find the Magic Tent heavy?" Jun Ruofeng was blunt, though he had never been polite to anyone.
When Ye Chuqi had first met the Red Wind Mercenary Group, she had seen Xiya's Magic Tent and even helped pack it away. Back then, she hadn't given much thought to its weight. Maybe it was because she was at sea now, or maybe she simply had too much time on her hands.
And now Jun Ruofeng was calling her out to her face.
More importantly, Jun Ruofeng probably couldn't