The Divine Martial King chuckled wryly.
Xiao Yi, standing by, was also taken aback.
Of course, he understood the woman's intention.
On one hand, she urged the Divine Martial King not to give too meager a gift.
On the other, she mentioned that he already had plenty of treasures, suggesting that a token gesture from the Divine Martial King would suffice.
Wasn't this blatant extortion?
But the Divine Martial King, seemingly unfazed, wore an expression of someone well accustomed to such occurrences.
The Divine Martial King looked at the woman, smiled lightly, and said, "You, oh you, after more than two hundred years, you still refuse to suffer any loss. That hasn't changed."
With that, the Divine Martial King produced a Qiankun Bag from within his garments and placed it on the desk.
The woman took it, opened it, and her eyes immediately lit up.
From the Qiankun Bag, an astonishing surge of cold air emerged, instantly filling the entire conference hall.
