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The pavilion was three and a half stories tall. The half-story was a small observation deck on the very top.
After briefly looking around the rooms, Zhang Deming finally stopped on the top floor.
When Ji Ming returned, he happened to see Zhang Deming sitting on the third floor, staring blankly outside, lost in thought.
Ji Ming paused for a moment. In that instant, he suddenly felt that Senior Brother Zhang and his Senior Sister were actually quite a match.
At least they both enjoyed this—suddenly staring off into the distance, inexplicably zoning out.
Ji Ming lightly gathered his energy and floated directly up to the pavilion.
"Did you figure it out?" Zhang Deming asked without turning his head.
Ji Ming paused slightly. "What?"
Only then did Zhang Deming turn to look at him. With a wave of his hand, he set out a tea set.
"A storage pouch?" Ji Ming asked in surprise.
Zhang Deming glanced at the other's waist and said, "Don't you have one too?"
