Daoist Qingling looked at Ao Guang with a strange and peculiar gaze, saying nothing.
With a slight flick of his hand, he produced a small rod no larger than an index finger, covered from end to end in mysterious, glowing golden runes. It was neither gold nor stone, and its material remained entirely unguessable.
Without giving it much thought, Ao Guang immediately reached out and took it. In his eyes, since Qingling Celestial Venerable could hold such a small, stick-like object so effortlessly, surely it could not be very heavy.
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