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... as seated on the chief purple wooden chair, his expression calm as he scrutinized a worn and yellowed beast skin in his hands.
To his left sat a scrawny old man in a black short robe, his face sallow and appearing quite destitute. This person was anxiously sizing up Zhao Sheng.
Half an hour later, Zhao Sheng finished examining the elixir recipe in his hands and, lost in thought, placed it on the wooden table beside him, tapping the beast skin with his fingers.
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