However, when Qinghe saw the object inside, her expression twisted somewhat. Was this... wood? Could it be some kind of ancient wood that had lasted a thousand years? But the Primitive Forest was full of such wood, and she had never heard of it being valuable. Nonetheless, from the old man's expression, it was clear how much he cherished the item inside; there had to be some other significance.
Inside were rows of tree trunks as thick as a grown man's arm and half an arm in length, standing neatly in place. Qinghe unconsciously leaned in closer, squinting to make out the faint traces of characters on them.
