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Another year passed, and the Meng xiaotian sat quietly at the entrance of this inn that had been closed for who knows how many years. Silently, he sipped the fragrant tea in his hand.

He heard the man in his fifties talking and laughing.

Hearing this, Meng xiaotian's eyes slowly revealed a look of reminiscence.

"Why aren't you opening it?" Meng xiaotian asked