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... A territory with an area of 20,000 square meters. In other words, it was almost the size of three football fields.

The ground was no longer dirt.

The complete 20,000 square meters had a fine jade foundation covering the entire floor, colored white with golden patterns that oozed a regal sense.

Cottage houses were renovated into courtyards and pavilions.

Pathways of beautiful flattened stones, arrays of trees and flowers, and the central part of the town were done. ...

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