Looking at the tiny, fragmented blades of grass left behind on the ground by that person, his expression gradually turned sorrowful, and his entire face grew paler and paler. The look he cast at Shuqi carried a hint of grievance, and his words unconsciously took on an accusatory tone.
"He wasn't a bad person. It's just that he said the wrong thing—how could you have...?" As he spoke, he trailed off. It wasn't out of grief, but rather because he realized he had no real standing to accuse Shuqi. Pausing, he changed his tune, his tone softening considerably: "Lord Wood Spirit, tell us what it will take for you to help our Wood Spirit Clan. If it's something we can do, we will certainly do our utmost."
Hearing this, Shuqi raised an eyebrow, quite satisfied with the title "Lord Wood Spirit." She said, as if casually: "That depends on what you can offer me, not on what I want. After all, I've only just arrived here and don't know you all very well yet, do I?"
Upon hearing this, the old man immediately felt a glimmer of hope. The ashen gray of his face gained a trace of vitality and blood, stirred by a faint wave of excitement. He said: "If you are willing to help us, our clan is willing to offer our clan's greatest treasure with both hands!"
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