"Hahahahahaha!"
Perhaps it was his somewhat stiff expression that amused Martial Uncle Qiu, as she couldn't help bursting into loud, hearty laughter.
Her demeanor was completely at odds with the name of the Autumn Treasure, and one had to wonder how she came to possess it.
"Junior Brother, don't mind her. Martial Uncle Qiu is just like that. Try tucking this immortal treasure away~" The eldest senior brother winked at Song He while tapping a spot on the umbrella with his finger.
Song He knew what he was referring to.
So, without hesitation, he promptly stowed the Autumn Treasure within the Miji God Tree.
No sooner had he put it away than he felt a breeze stirring inside the Miji God Tree. It was a cool, autumnal wind with a hint of the coming winter's bleakness and the scent of the ripe harvest.
