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He bowed his head in respect saying, "Zhiren offers his blessings to grandfather." Xiao Zhiren spoke in almost a whisper. He didn't want to attract too much attention from the people around him. "I've prepared a gift for you as well."


On cue, Qin Qu passed an exquisite box to Xiao Zhiren who in turn offered it to the old master Ji Rusheng.


Xiao Zhiren didn't stay and walked back to his table. Behind him, Ji Rusheng slowly opened the packaging of the gift box with ...

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