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... mountain path.
The sunset glowed on the horizon, its afterglow reflecting on Wang Jiu’s turned face, giving this usually emotionless Sword Spirit a somewhat aloof air of a Golden-faced Buddha.
Seeing the afterglow about to fade, Wang Jiu waved his hand: "Let’s set up camp."
A chorus of groans immediately sounded from behind.
"Are you serious? We have to stop again?" Shen Qingming’s voice was filled with an air of resigned exhaustion.
In the team, Li Wanqi ...
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