Ancient Wen Heng took the box from Ming Feng and held it out to Zhou Shixiong with both hands. "Take these with you. They're a token of my regard as your brother."
"What is it?" Zhou Shixiong accepted it heartily and began opening the box as he spoke. "I won't stand on ceremony with you, but if it's too valuable, there's no need. I really have no use for—"
"No use for them?" Ancient Wen Heng reached out as if to take the items back.
"They're definitely useful! These are great." Zhou Shixiong immediately crouched down, placed the box on the ground, and took out one of the items. "A fine blade."
Ancient Wen Heng also crouched down and explained, "This is a military bayonet I came across by chance. It can easily cut through tough armor. It'll be perfect for you to defend yourself with, Brother Zhou."
