Entering the small courtyard, Li Pingyi walked quickly over to the stone table and cautiously produced a few samples, arranging them neatly on the surface.
Old Turtle's gaze was instantly hooked. He stared straight at those jars and bottles, his throat rolling slightly.
As Li Pingyi looked at Old Turtle's gleaming bald head, a murmur arose in his heart: Not a single hair on this old turtle's head—something isn't quite right here... Could it be...
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