However, when Zhao Rong turned around, his eyes lightly glanced at a small incense burner on the edge of the altar table in front of the tall statue in the center of the hall. It was emitting light green smoke and was inconspicuous among the many tribute utensils.

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Zhao Rong swept past without looking back, left the hall, walked out of the exterior, strode down the mountain, found a carriage, and left slowly.

Inside the carriage.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Gui Qingqing asked: "Hey, Zhao Rong, the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace is right there, how can we steal it?"

Zhao Rong still closed his eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Stealing? Isn't this bad?"

Gui suddenly realized, "I almost forgot, Mr. Zhao is a scholar, how could he do such an insulting and uncultivated thing! It's my thoughts that are despicable and dirty. Mr. Zhao, please don't listen to me. Alas,

It's just a pity that the divine furnace, you know, the magic medicine that can make someone completely reborn and change their life can only be made with a furnace of this level. Oh, it's a pity."

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he was interrupted. Gui sneered and said jokingly: "I know, you want to say, 'Can the things done by scholars be considered stealing?' That's right."

No, what’s that called, plagiarism? Oh no!”

I sneered, I hated these hypocritical Confucian scholars the most.

The young Confucian scholar was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head.
Chapter completed!