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"Pfft!"
Atop the highest floor of the Fishing Tax Office.
A mouthful of tea sprayed into a mist.
Lord Su pressed against the armrest, suddenly stood up from the bench, and quickly pushed open the doors and windows.
The wooden lattice collided and rebounded against the door.
He was very familiar with the distant aura.
His nephew's wife!
"Such formidable Pure Yang Child Skill?"
Lord Su paced with his hands clasped behind his back in his study, inwardly clicking his tongue in amazement.
He knew that Liang Qu had practiced the "Yin Yang Spiritual Seed Technique" from the Imperial Capital, a rather mystical technique. It can refine a bridal chamber's candlelit night into great medicine. Whether creating from nothing or not, the key is to hold it in, the harder the better, hence the playful name "Pure Yang Child Skill."
Who would have thought...
The effect is so good?
