"Go cultivate, so as not to delay the young master's matters." Fang Rong stepped forward, picked up the soul gold, a strange look flashing in his eyes, and walked straight away, finding a place in the courtyard to begin cultivating.
"How could this be..." Zhao Keyuan widened his eyes in sheer disbelief, cold sweat quickly oozing from his back and forehead. For people of this era, the moment they witnessed such bizarre occurrences, their first reaction was to think of ghosts and spirits.
As soon as Duyuan sat down at a spot, the waiter from the Lulang Inn could no longer contain himself and said, "Young hero, this is century-old oolong tea, please slowly enjoy it. Fine wine and delicious food will be prepared immediately!" Truly, the waiter had no idea what was driving him to do this, but with those words said, he directly retreated and went off to busy himself at once.
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