Meanwhile, Fu Nanhua of Old Dragon City remained seated across from Lin Zixuan, cradling the small teapot in both hands. He was inspecting the mandrill inscription on its base with rapt attention, as if appreciating the contours of a breathtaking beauty.
He had been examining every inch of the teapot for nearly an hour, occasionally huffing a breath onto its surface and polishing it with his sleeve. The thought of setting it down seemed
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