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"This..."
"A simple Defense Magic Treasure. It won't be of much use to me, so I'm giving it to you."
"Take it," You Zhen added, "I don't have much with me, so I can't offer you a proper gift. I'll owe you for now, and consider this a gift from my son to you."
"Then I won't be polite, thank you, King Xiang," Yu Ziqing said as he hung the Jade Pendant around his neck and tucked it into his chest.
His experience might not be vast, but he wasn't entirely ignorant.
Just by sensing it, he could tell that this so-called ordinary Defense Magic Treasure could probably withstand a couple of hits from an Eighth Tier Cultivator.
"Father, I'm leaving."
"Get going."
King Xiang's slight sadness at parting vanished instantly. He laughed heartily and rushed into the entrance.