In the evening, inside Fang Chenyi's cabin on the cruise ship. Fang Chenyi pushed open the door to the room filled with Bone Powder, carrying a woven bag.
Gazing at the room filled to the brim with Bone Powder, he got to work.
He reached out, grabbed a handful, and tossed it directly into the woven bag.
Immediately, the system's notification chimed in his mind.
[Host has collected one handful of unknown Bone Powder. System is unable to recycle this item. It has been compressed for the Host and stored in the woven bag's space. Please retrieve it manually.]
The system notification in his mind stunned Fang Chenyi. 'What's going on? It can't be recycled?'
This was the first time something like this had happened since he'd gotten the woven bag. Apparently, there were things in this world that the woven bag couldn't recycle.
This forced Fang Chenyi to see the woven bag in a new light. It wasn't omnipotent, after all.
For a moment, Fang Chenyi felt a faint sense of disappointment.
