On the other hand, as Wei Ziqin surveyed the 50 or so baskets, she looked a bit fretful.
It was true that mystic cultivators had an inner world, but could her daughter's tiny inner world really fit all of this? Wei Ziqin might be a normal person, but she still knew how big a mystic cultivator's inner world was.
"Qiaoqiao, where are the items from the carriages earlier?" Wei Ziqin suddenly realized that compared to these 50 baskets of food, the 10-20 carriages of goods that arrived this morning were more of a threat. The clothes alone occupied at least 100 or so boxes, so how could a tiny inner world fit it all?
Qiao Mu tilted her head in thought before pulling out four storage talismans and waving her hand at them. "Mother, Shaoyao, help me divide this food first."
