"Whoosh," the contents of the Storage Bag were all dumped out.
"Wow, pretty good."
Chu Yi was startled and turned around to see Little Fatty, Xie Yun, and Huo Teng eyeing the treasures scattered on the ground with a predatory gaze.
"You guys... how did you get here?"
Seeing so many people, the excitement in Chu Yi's heart immediately turned into dejection.
Qi Yang's treasures were plentiful, but how could they withstand the "robbery" by these guys?
"We are your staunch supporters, isn't it normal for us to show up?"
Little Fatty had already crouched down, his eyes shining brightly as he gazed at all the treasures on the ground.
"Tsk tsk tsk, worthy of the eighth-ranked disciple of the Hengyue Sect, a real wealthy tycoon."
Chu Yi quickly yanked at him hard: "You step back, I pick the treasures first, you guys can only choose from what I leave behind."
After the last treasure-picking incident, Chu Yi had also learned to be shrewd.
