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... moon was dark, the wind high, at Fuhu Slope.
In the dense forest, Lin Xuankong, who was secretly cultivating, suddenly shifted his gaze. Soundlessly, he leaped onto the dense crown of a giant tree and looked into the distance.
A thousand feet away, over 2,000 extremely formidable Martial Cultivators were forming a long line, slowly heading towards Fuhu Slope. Among their ranks were thirty fully loaded medicinal vehicles, each carrying tens of thousands of pounds of medicinal mate ...
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