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Ming Zhu Tang Clan.

At the lavish rosewood tea table, a man and a woman sat quietly, staring at a graceful woman. Her slender white hands grasped a tea set, and she moved it up and down gracefully.

"Ruyu's tea ceremony has improved quite a bit. It looks like it's pleasing to the eyes. It's simply a type of enjoyment." An old man wearing a brown robe took a sip of tea and sighed