After a big turn in the stall area, Chen Ping didn't buy anything except a vase.

There is not a single antique here, all of them are handicrafts.

Whether it is an antique or not, he knows as soon as his mental power perceives it.

But just as he was walking to another street, he found a piece of blackened wood in a small stall in a corner.

His eyes lit up and he walked straight over.

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"I've become an immortal emperor, you let me pour water to wash my feet?" Chapter 75: A Hundred Years of Peach! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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