Xu Wendong, with a hazy drunken smile, waved his hand carelessly. His demeanor appeared carefree and uninhibited, but actually carried a hint of laziness and casualness born from drinking: "It's merely a spatial magic treasure, hardly worth mentioning, truly not worth mentioning."
His words, though seemingly unconcerned with the precious spatial magic treasure, subtly hinted at something else, making it difficult to grasp his true thoughts.
Wang Tong stood nearby, his face full of seemingly kind smiles. He said with a cheerful tone, "Young Master Xu, just take it out and let us have a look!"
His tone had a touch of pleading, mixed with a barely perceptible urgency.
"Hiccup!"
Xu Wendong gave a drunken hiccup, and a flash of displeasure crossed his previously tranquil face, as if someone had touched a sensitive nerve.
He slightly furrowed his brow, his eyes revealing a trace of wariness and dissatisfaction, saying: "What if I don't want to take it out?"
