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... take long for Yang Qing to reach Dean Zhu Lao’s courtyard, or rather, the courtyard of the Faculty of Cultivation Arts. It was a homely two-storey wooden structure made of blue ivy wood, surrounded by dragon grass and a few other herbs here and there, mostly of top-tier monarch grade quality, which left anyone who walked into the compound feeling refreshed. They didn’t smell bad either, carrying a minty, rain-like scent with a touch of that smell of spring to go along with it.
There was ...
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