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Twenty-seven Path Origin Stones, for Jiang Wang now, are an incredibly tiny number, almost negligible.
But as he looked at the box in front of him, not quite filled with Path Origin Stones, he felt they were more precious than anything in the world.
Jiang Anan was only six years old, and had just turned six on the twelfth of October that had passed.
On that day, Jiang Wang was in Linzi, fighting a life-and-death battle with Wang Yiwu.
How could such a six-year-old child have saved up twenty-seven Path Origin Stones?
He could almost imagine how little Anan must have scrimped and scraped, like a little miser, collecting what she considered treasures.
Lost in thought as he gazed at the box of Path Origin Stones, Jiang Anan blinked and said, "I earned these by running errands for my uncle, senior brother, and senior sister... Can they help with your cultivation?"
She didn't spell it out, but her eyes clearly sought praise.
