In the center of the hall, a celadon string-patterned three-legged incense burner was placed. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the burner, emitting a faint fragrance.,Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!,Lu Yijian suddenly remembered that when he was looking for Zhao Jun's offerings, he had indeed found a small iron box the size of a palm. He winked at Yan Shu.。