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... don’t look down on me. Even gold can’t be traded for my Nanshan hill and my herbs!” Wang Yao laughed.
“Okay, say whatever you want!”
“Haha.” Wang Yao laughed and didn’t say anything more.
Wang Yao left home and went back to the hill after lunch. He planned to brew two decoctions—one for the task and one for Tian Tuyuan.
He started a mild fire, and the smell of the herbs started to diffuse into the air. Wang Yao was careful with every single step. ...
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