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When Zhang Rongfang arrived downstairs, two servant disciples were cleaning the pavilion.
Piles of miscellaneous items, trash, were swept out and piled on the right side of the open space.
Sunlight shone, and the ground in front of the door was bright gray-yellow, not a blade of grass in sight.
Elsewhere, grass could still be found between the tiles, but around the master’s place...
Rongfang felt speechless, knowing without a doubt that it’s the master’s ...
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