Wang Baole raised his chin and studied the young woman before him. With his current level of combat strength, a single slap from him would turn her into a smear of flesh and fabric. It would be a challenge trying to separate the two.
However, taking into account the fact that this was the Divine Sovereign Justice Sect that he was in at the moment, he decided to let the woman's condescending tone pass. Instead, he displayed what he thought was his best-looking smile and spoke gently.
"Thank you for leading the way, miss. Hm? It seems like you dropped your storage bag." Wang Baole stepped forward with a smile, a hint of surprise in his tone. The young woman froze at his words. Then, she stared as he flipped his right palm over and revealed a storage bag in it. He placed the storage bag before her.