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... es, and she had always wondered why such similar scents would have such different effects.

Now, hearing Lu Qing’s words, he seemed to know what the origin of this exotic fragrance was.

"In the southwest of Lan Country, there is a mountain containing a little-known mine, whose ore is fiery red and is called Blazing Jade.

This substance is odorless, but when it encounters blood, it emits an exotic fragrance.

As soon as it appeared, it became something coveted by var ...

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