"I can't take all these weapons; there isn't enough room in my Portable Space."
Zhao Feng glanced at his Portable Space. It was already about a third full, with everything piled up together. However, for Zhao Feng, even if things were jumbled, he could still extract them with precision. He couldn't possibly take all the weapons belonging to five thousand men.
I can do without the long weapons like spears and halberds. But I can't abandon the short weapons, crossbows, and battle armor. I can squeeze them in.
Zhao Feng pondered for a moment and an idea formed. He walked over to the nearly one thousand iron swords and absorbed them all into his space, followed by the crossbows and battle armor.
After stowing these away, Zhao Feng's Portable Space was ninety-nine percent full. Of course, the items weren't arranged neatly but were piled up haphazardly; otherwise, they really wouldn't have fit. Zhao Feng didn't take any of the remaining long weapons, as there was simply no more room.
