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When Zhao Lingyi saw Jiang Ze's heart, he was carving a stone in the mansion.

It was a hot day. The leaves on the branches were roasting to their last breaths. However, he didn't seem to be affected at all. He just leaned against the tree trunk and held a milky-white Smoke Stone in his hands as he drew a line. Strange stones of all shapes and sizes were scattered around his feet