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... he heard it; any kind of substance was invaluable and rare in the world, actually made into incense in the copper furnace. Isn’t this too extravagant?
The woman in white sighed, "Someone else sent it, pity, that person died and can no longer drink such Incense Mist Tea."
"Isn’t that the case?" Qin Ming looked down at the teacup in his hand.
"It’s just the incense ashes reigniting," the woman in white informed.
Qin Ming immediately coughed. Is he eating ashes?!
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