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... he room.
A blackwood table, a small red clay stove.
Steam puffs from the black ceramic kettle with a “gurgle,” “gurgle.”
The fragrance of tea fills the air.
“Has my wise nephew been well lately?” asked a middle-aged cultivator with a white, beardless face and a refined demeanor, sipping spiritual tea with a smile. “Have you encountered any difficulties in living and practicing cultivation?”
It was Lv Defang.
Wang Chen half sat on his chair, answeri ...
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