"You can pass, Uncle—you don't really need one," Suzy replied.
"Huh? What do you mean I don't need one?"
"Just trust me, you don't."
Without offering any further explanation, Suzy pushed the three storage pouches toward Thomas, Liam, and Derek.
Not standing on ceremony, the three picked out their preferred colors and held the pouches in their hands, turning them over. The moment their fingers touched the fabric, they felt a subtle, peculiar surge of energy.
"Senior, what are these?" Derek asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"These? They're storage pouches," Suzy said casually, dropping an absolute bombshell.
The three of them froze in total shock, clutching the pouches in their hands, momentarily completely speechless.
Storage pouches?
Does such a thing actually exist?
Isn't that something straight out of fantasy novels and TV shows?
"Try using your mental energy to sense what's inside," Suzy instructed, guiding them on how to operate the pouches.
