"The spiritual power in my body... is all gone."
Perhaps fearing that Chang Qixiang didn't understand his point clearly,
Lin Ziming pointed to the storage pouch and added:
"To open this thing."
Chang Qixiang first assessed his complexion, confirmed he was just a bit exhausted, then handed over a bottle of mineral water. After a few seconds of contemplation, he asked:
"Colonel Lin, do you also find it this taxing to open a storage pouch in the Damo Realm?"
Lin Ziming took the bottle of mineral water, raised his neck, and gulped down more than half of it, then decisively shook his head:
"Opening a storage pouch in the Damo Realm is much easier than here in the homeland. I estimate the spiritual power consumption might be only... about one-twentieth? At most one-fifteenth."
Hearing this, Chang Qixiang's expression grew increasingly solemn:
"A difference of over tenfold? Why so much?
Could it be related to... the lack of spiritual energy in the air here at home?"
