"Good. I can rest easy when you're handling things."
"Just remember to give them some benefits. At the very least, make sure they aren't treated unfairly."
Su Qing held the item in his hand, satisfied.
He had a strange feeling.
'It feels like I can use my Soul Power to create a cloth bag just like the one in my hand.'
"No buildings on Qingsu Island can be taller than three stories, understand?" Su Qing added.
Then he turned and left.
The road was bustling with people, but many gave Su Qing a wide berth, especially Cultivators.
The higher a Cultivator's Cultivation, the more they scrambled to get out of his way.
Only mortals were oblivious.
A cloth bag gradually materialized in Su Qing's hand.
"It really appeared!"
Su Qing examined the cloth bag.
He compared it to the original; they seemed identical.
But it had consumed far too much of his Soul Power—a full twenty percent in an instant.
It was as if a cloth bag had been created from nothing.
"Universal Thought!"
