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The warmhouse was supposed to be bursting with vibrant colors, but there was only one type of flower.
It was the orchid.
Large and small, they filled the entire warmhouse.
An old man with white hair and beard sat in a wicker chair, took a sip of tea, then gently set it down as a man in his fifties hurried to refill his cup.
This white-haired elder was none other than Elder Gu Qingfeng, the Old Patriarch of Yubao Square, now over eighty years o ...
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