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He still had over six thousand mid-grade spirit stones.
“Brother Qiu!”
The excited Fat Long, who had been hovering around him, rushed over at the first opportunity, asking, “How did it go? Is it a twelfth-grade Nascent Soul?”
“Mm.”
Chen Qiu nodded lightly with a smile in his eyes. He weighed the Nascent Soul in his palm for a moment before the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella transformed into a longbow. The string of the bow, formed by the energy of heaven and ear ...
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