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The first light of dawn appeared.
The Tingtao Courtyard of the Prince Qing Mansion was brightly lit, like it was daytime.
Zou Fang was waiting outside.
Inside the main room, Chu Zhiyuan stood in front of a round sandalwood table, holding a small hand warmer in his left hand, standing lazily in place, letting the four women of Mo Yi serve him food and tidy his clothes.
Inside the warmer in his left hand was a Dragon Blood Pearl the size of an infant's fist.
A pearl of this size was too conspicuous if placed at the waist or in the bosom, so it was placed in a warmer.
Even through the wall of the warmer, the aura of the Dragon Blood Pearl could still penetrate into his palm, merging into the golden light and then into his bone marrow.
In his bosom were the Miao Ling Pearl and the Flying Dragon Ball.
