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At Pinghu Bookstore
Zhu Heavenly Officer was reading the letters sent from various Zhu Gates' branches across the nations.
Just then, Elder Zhu Qianjie burst in with an aura of anger. He picked up a cup of freshly brewed green tea next to him and downed it in one gulp.
After taking a deep breath, Zhu Qianjie finally spoke, "I just went to the Sword Casting Hall, and for a moment, I thought there had been a thief in the clan. It was only after asking the disciple at the door that I found out Zhu Minglang had rushed in and taken everything."
"Oh, come on, Elder. As a brat who claimed at sixteen he would never inherit our Zhu Gate's will, taking a bit of rare casting material, what's the fuss about? There's no need for an uproar over such a small matter," Zhu Heavenly Officer said.
"A bit of material???"
