After a difficult psychological struggle, Young Master Long Baobao ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and, without any scruples, revealed the crafting method of the Qiankun Bag to Ye Lingyue.
"But you're not an Alchemist, what use would you have for the method to refine a Qiankun Bag?" Munching on a fragrant grilled fish, Long Baobao muttered.
The rubbing of the Jade Carving that recorded the refining method of the Qiankun Bag had already fallen into Ye Lingyue's hands.
"That's my own business. Anyway, during this period, I'm going to fatten you up so nicely that even your parents won't recognize you when you go back." Ye Lingyue never expected that the refining method for the Qiankun Bag that she had always coveted would come into her hands so easily.
While examining the Jade Carving in her hands, Ye Lingyue didn't notice that when Long Baobao heard the mention of "parents," the normally bright eyes dulled, briefly glossing over with a hint of tears.
