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"Forget it, I can't make sense of it."
Jiang Ding shook his head and placed a small silver bean, drawn from the ground using electromagnetic force, on the tea table before stepping out of the teahouse.
Turning a street corner, his figure vanished out of sight.
An invisible silhouette silently flew into the sky above the former Prefectural City, now the Chizhong Baron Mansion.
Inside the mansion, lanterns were hung and firecrackers sounded non-stop, as three festive bridal sedans were escorted by a crowd into the mansion, full of joy and happiness.
This scene had been ongoing for more than half a month, and the locals had gone from surprise and celebration to complete habituation, not finding it strange at all.
"The clan's fervent desire for reproduction..."
