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After the tribe members expressed their gratitude, the old priest said, "You have sacrificed selflessly for our Holy Tribe, giving so much. This realm is barren and can hardly repay you. We have prepared a small gift for you, please do not refuse."
As she spoke, Qing Bazi, Qing Jiuye, and Qinghua stepped out from the crowd.
Qing Bazi approached Wu Quji, holding an exquisitely carved wooden box in his hands. Opening the box revealed two neat rows of fine needles, emitting a faint green glow, clearly no ordinary items.
The priest said, "These are Qingmu needles, naturally formed wooden needles. I have selected two fine sets, hoping they can be of help to you."
Wu Quji could not hide his delight and accepted them, saying, "These are perfect, I really like them."
In Qing Jiuye's hands was a short bow and a quiver, filled with arrows made of Divine Dragon Wood, which he brought to Su Qiyun.
The old priest said with a smile, "Seeing you liked it, I thought of giving you a set."
