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5 kilometers away, at the suburban mountain peak, Qin Yu took out the ancient bow, and Jiaojiao observed the bow.
He was accustomed to fine things, but long ago, he stopped using his own judgment to evaluate the creations made by Yuyu.
Anyway, inside he was always... wow, Yuyu is amazing!
But he would gripe a bit.
"This thing isn't good looking, kind of rustic. It's a pity you, Yuyu, used such good materials to turn it into a top-notch medium-grade spiritual tool."
Qin Yu: "Your complaint is about its appearance, right?"
Jiaojiao placed her hands on her hips, "Yes, do you have an opinion? I think your aesthetic is poor! You should have listened to me earlier!"
