These past few months have exhausted Aunt Bai, the owner of the half-step-more.
Although the golden tobacco pouch is not an ancient divine artifact, it is a secondary divine artifact, capable of absorbing negative energy from the world.
With this pipe, Aunt Bai painstakingly sustained the fortunes of China.
They are doing their best to absorb the negative energy scattered throughout Great Xia. In addition, Great Xia's stable system and consistent principles have prevented Great Xia from being engulfed by war for the time being.
Even in the face of conspiracies and provocations from the Western world, our Great Xia remains as steadfast as an old dog, unmoved.
However, this is not a long-term solution.
To prevent the spread of evil doctrines and internal turmoil, the Great Xia has deployed too many troops. Now, there are guards every five steps and sentries every ten steps throughout the country, but crime is still frequent.
The situation in the East China Sea and the South China Sea is also very tense. The entire Daxia region is like an arrow on a bowstring, with the possibility of accidental clashes at any time.
On this day, a figure dressed in white arrived at the garden within the garden.
The gate to the garden within a garden was opened for the first time since it was sealed off.
Ji Wuhen personally came out to greet him.
"Lady White, I never expected you to personally visit my Divine Blood Sect. My humble abode is truly honored!"
Ji Wuhen smiled broadly and said.
However, his face was still somewhat pale.
Clearly, he had not yet fully recovered from the serious injuries inflicted by Lu Xueqing.
"I have come here today with an important matter to entrust to you!"
Aunt Bai was a woman of few words, so she got straight to the point.
Ji Wuhen frowned slightly. "What is it?"
Aunt Bai pulled a golden pipe from her sleeve and slowly handed it to Ji Wuhen.
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