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"Mm, rise."
Xiang Qing nodded. Zi Yun's return with his grandfather's Yu Ling had indeed been a twist of fate.
He turned to Xie Tianheng and his son.
Xie Tianheng felt somewhat embarrassed. Why did everyone else's Yu Ling seem so extraordinary? Could it be that the one in his possession was rather ordinary?
"Senior, this is my Yu Ling!"
Xie Tianheng presented his Yu Ling.
Xiang Qing glanced at it, showed a moment of surprise, scrutinized Xie Tianheng and his son for a long while, then pondered for a moment before saying, "Follow me to Da Zhou State, I'll arrange for someone to send you."
Yarong, who had been deep in thought, suddenly looked up, somewhat surprised. Was Xiang Qing really being so kind?
She glanced at the Yu Ling in Xie Tianheng's hand, stunned for a moment. No wonder Xiang Qing was being so generous—it turned out he was looking for an opportunity to make connections there.
"Thank you, senior!"
Xie Tianheng said respectfully.
