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"Thank you, Mister!" Yang Baoshu looked elated.

He picked up the Modesty Sword carefully. It was quite heavy, and he could not really hold it properly.

The sword was definitely not a normal item. Yang Baoshu had not seen such a heavy wooden sword before. Even if it really was a wooden sword, it was certainly not made out of ordinary wood - it had to be very valuable!

It seemed like Mister Chu was really wealthy!

The scabbard, the quality of its materials, and its craftsmanship, everything was stunning. At first glance, it looked inconspicuous. However, upon touching it, he realized the true value of the sword! This Mister Chu was really rich!

As Chu Li watched Yang Baoshu's fascinated expression shift, he could not help but laugh.

After looking at the scabbard, Yang Baoshu became all the more careful. He pressed the compression spring and then slowly took out the Modesty Sword.