The rays of light that shone from the hairpin were a clear indicator that this was no regular antique. Wilbur scanned the hairpin with his spirit energy and knew at once that it qualified as a mid-tier contribution. That alone was rare enough. "Sir, this is the Octogem Hairpin that has been passed down several generations in my family. It has a history of almost a thousand years, I hope it'll be enough," Roshan said with a bow. Wilbur sat back down. "I can't take your family treasure from you, come on. Take it back." Yet Roshan fell to his knees, looking nothing but solemn. "Nothing can be more precious than the lives of my clan and mine. You saved my family, and you must take the gift. I won't get up otherwise." Robert got on his knees as well, as did the rest of the cultivators in the room. "Please accept this gift, sir." "Please accept it, sir," the other cultivators chorused in unison. Wilbur coughed. "Well, I guess it'd be rude of me to turn it down if you put it lik
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