"I've already sealed it. Before the Jingshu Society uses it, it won't harm Jingshu's body anymore," Mu Qiuniang made it quite clear.
This left Old Master Zhan without anything to say, and he hurriedly had his son, Zhan Zhengxiao, present the "generous gift" he had prepared earlier: "Grand-Aunt, this old man doesn't have anything worthwhile to offer. These are items I came across by chance. You may not find them impressive, but I hope you'll accept them as a token of my sincerity. Among my many grandchildren, the one I worry about the most is Jingshu. As long as he can live a long and peaceful life, I ask for nothing else..."
The items were wrapped in a black box, quite understated, giving no clue as to what they might be. But who was Mu Qiuniang? With a sweep of her spiritual sense, she knew exactly what they were. She was somewhat surprised, "These are good things!"
