A certain manor with a very large area, a secluded courtyard with green tiles, there is a green stone pavilion in the courtyard.


    Wang Yingjie, Liu Hongxue, and Wang Qingying sat in the stone pavilion, sipping tea and chatting. Wang Yingjie took out three exquisite white jade boxes, handed them to Wang Qingying, and said, "Patriarch Qingying, these are three ten thousand-year-old ice patchouli, please accept them. Bar!"


    "Million-year-old Patchouli? Where did you get it?"


    Wang Qingxing asked casually.


    "When we traveled,


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