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When the Wisdom Realm cultivator, Hong Yin, forcefully pounded on the perfume workshop's door a few times, there was a reaction.

An old voice bellowed: "Knock what?"

"This old man's ears aren't deaf, I can hear them." He said again.

As he spoke, the perfume workshop's door slowly opened.

A white-haired old man walked out from the perfume workshop.

Glaring at the two of them