After Qing Ning and the other left the City Lord's Mansion, they gathered everyone together.
Inside the room, Qing Chi proudly displayed the military seed to everyone.
The morale of the army gathered into a heart-shaped green light, and the military seed underwent a drastic transformation in form.
It turned into a seed, the size of an adult fist, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with many slender paper strips extending from the pointed head, resembling the roots of a seed sprouting, swaying with the breeze.
The entire seed was wrapped in layers of paper money, some white, some yellow, with a rough texture.
And between these stacked and joined papers, a solemn human face could vaguely be seen.
"Is this the military seed? It's my first time seeing it." Jiao Ma's father widened his eyes to take a closer look.
"It's really refined, girl, you did well!"
Facing her father's praise, Qing Chi looked at Ning Zhuo with a burning gaze: "Actually, it's all thanks to Xiao Ma."
