"What….favor?" The Ming Lun Envoy said, burying her head in the bowl and not spitting out the last word until she finished drinking everything.
"Can you help my humble self expand his Small Holding Bag?"
Wei Xiao Bei looked at the Ming Lun Envoy with hopeful eyes, worried that she would say that it could not be done.
The Ming Lun Envoy stretched out her hand. Wei Xiao Bei felt an empty space appear in front of his chest as the Small Holding Bag and stone card both flew toward the Ming Lun Envoy's small tender hands.
The Ming Lun Envoy looked at the Small Holding Bag and expressed her disdain, "How disappointing."
After saying this, the Ming Lun Envoy looked at Wei Xiao Bei, "This Envoy can help you, but it is impossible for me to do it for this quality of food."