A War Is Coming

"Wh-what are these?" Xu Guangli widened his eyes and spoke incoherently as he looked at the tens of bags on the ground.

He was familiar with their patterns and auras, and he looked at them covetously. This was the advantage of an influential sect, where disciples that never possessed interspatial bags had still seen them in different places and could identify them.

Nonetheless, when there were 30 over interspatial bags, which were piled up together, even one with the strongest belief became hesitant.

Tian Yinghao chuckled and uttered proudly, "Junior Brother Xu, take a guess!"

Xu Guangji turned slightly pale. He opened his mouth but could not say a word.

Eventually, someone could not hold it back anymore and asked out loud, "Senior Brother Tian, are these… Interspatial bags?"