For something that could not be put into his backpack, Shen Bing could only stare helplessly, even if Pangu's World-Splitting Axe were placed right in front of him.
Both transferring items into the real world and putting them into the Eye of Truth for analysis required those items to be in his backpack.
So Shen Bing gave the thing a haughty glance and said disdainfully, "What use is trash like this?"
With that, Shen Bing waved his hand, and the sphere spun as it floated back toward the Six-Eared Macaque.
The Six-Eared Macaque nearly lost his mind. Do you fucking know what this is? And you're calling it trash?
Yet, seeing how serious Shen Bing looked, the Six-Eared Macaque knew arguing would be pointless.
"Whatever other good stuff you have, take it all out and let me have a look," Shen Bing said.
MMP, the Six-Eared Macaque cursed inwardly. If the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder had not been hanging over his head, he would have fought Shen Bing to the death right then.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs. The raging purple thunder still churned overhead. As the saying went, the longer someone lived, the more they treasured their life. Having lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, the Six-Eared Macaque had no desire to die such a humiliating death.
He could only obey Shen Bing's instructions and toss his treasures over one by one.
Shen Bing was patient too, catching each treasure tossed his way before throwing it back.
The Six-Eared Macaque was miserable. He had absolutely no idea what criteria this powerful figure before him was using.
And the more things he tossed over, the more puzzled he became.
His Compliant Iron Rod was certainly impressive, but it was not the only valuable treasure he