Not long after, Xiaobao dashed out of the secret chamber, his eyes bloodshot but his spirit invigorated.
"Boss, what's with you..." Xiao exclaimed, stunned at Xiaobao's appearance.
Xiaobao's image was now practically like that of a beggar.
Yet Xiaobao was visibly excited: "Where's Feng Jianjiu, where's that old man now?"
"He's in that room over there practicing alchemy; what do you want with him?" Xiao noticed Xiaobao's almost delirious state and felt deeply concerned.
"Did Feng Jianjiu buy a lot of Qiankun bags?" Opening one Qiankun bag had given Xiaobao a taste of sweetness; in his eyes, Qiankun bags were equivalent to treasure troves.
"Yes, but he handed them to me, and there aren't many, just three," Xiao frowned and said, "Boss, are you okay?"
"What could be wrong? Hurry and bring them to me!" Xiaobao was extremely excited.
