Zhu Zhengwei was wearing the Saint's little dress, continuously stuffing clothes and various magical treasures into his pocket.
Just like a poor child suddenly thrown into a luxury store, grabbing jewelry and accessories, excitedly stuffing them into his pockets.
As he stuffed, he found it too bothersome, so he simply enlarged the pocket of the dress.
Wooosh!
Like a gust of demon wind, the pocket turned into a black hole, sweeping in all types of dharma artifacts and treasures.
Thud!
A muffled groan arose.
In the next moment, the pocket of Zhu Zhengwei's dress bulged fiercely, as if it could no longer hold anything.
"Full?"
Zhu Zhengwei was startled and quickly understood what had happened.
"These magical treasures are of too high a level... A normal storage bag would burst instantly with just one of them, and the rules inside would collide with the space. This dress is already very impressive, able to hold so many."
"No wonder it's Miss Zhang's bedroom, impressive."
