Ancestor of Demons

Qin Xin smiled indifferently and looked down at the storage bag tightly held in his hand. The storage bag is just the most ordinary one. The space inside is small, probably the size of a small house. It can't hold too many things. It's almost an ordinary storage magic weapon with a little ability in the immortal world. It's not precious at all.

However, in her eyes, she seemed to hold the most precious treasure in the world, and her eyes showed a soft light.

"Whatever it is, it's him