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A few moments later,
Fu Qiu had left the small courtyard.
Within the courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion,
Luo Changfeng silently sipped the hot tea in his hand, his expression serenely fixed on the distance.
The black-feathered Black Feather who perched upon his shoulder,
was now slightly tilting its head,
Once again resuming its usual dumbfoundedness.
Perhaps after another three to five minutes,
Black Feather fluttered its wings and flew on its own to a rooftop within the courtyard.
Standing on one foot, head tilted, its purple-golden eyes slightly squinted,
Just like Luo Changfeng, it calmly watched the distance.
"As an alchemist, now I need to craft talismans too..."
Thinking of this, Luo Changfeng couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
For someone from Wan Dan Sect Sub-sect to craft talismans,
This obviously seemed out of place.
But, who could resist the lure of talismans that brought in money?
Why not do something that earns Spirit Stones?
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