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... it. The bamboo basket was overflowing with food, and the only mouth to feed was a little girl who ate no more than a chicken. This food could easily last Anji a whole week with some preservation spells. She might have overdone it, but it was better than having Anji risk an injury while foraging.
With only about an hour left to spare, the blind cultivator got to work immediately. Tossing the pheasants into a crate with a functional preservation spell, Yan Ping started preparing them. It ...
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