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Luo Xingchen and Yao Changkong entered a garden together. There were a few fake mountains, a bonsai, a clear pond, fish swimming in the water, green grass and flowers everywhere, it was definitely a place to cultivate.

Under the pavilion, Yao Lin had his eyes closed as he sat upright on a chair and calmed his mind.

Hearing the footsteps, he slowly opened his cloudy eyes