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... d at the snake venom amber in front of him with a bit of exasperation.

Its attributes are strong, sure, but it’s not like I can use it.

"Do I just stash it away indefinitely?" Han Qiwu stared at it reluctantly for a few seconds.

Wait a minute!

An idea struck!

Han Qiwu suddenly had an epiphany, taking orpiment out of his storage and using it on the snake venom amber.

[Please select the application area]

Cautiously, Han Qiwu selected the cate ...

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