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After resting for a night, the Flying Ship had finally reached its limit. Song Changsheng had to store it away and travel by Sword Control with the two juniors.
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Bian Province, Luoxia City, Celestial Sound Mountain.
Beneath the veil of night, the increasingly frequent roars left countless people sleepless.
In the pitch-black darkness, a blood-soaked Zhan Tianxia staggered as he landed on Celestial Sound Mountain.
"Junior Brother?"
Muu Guibai looked startled. He hurried forward to help him up, asking urgently, "How are you?"
"It's nothing, just superficial wounds." Zhan Tianxia waved a hand dismissively, but his tone then turned grave. "Senior Brother, I'm afraid we're in trouble this time."
"Is it really that serious? What did you see?" Muu Guibai's expression also turned exceptionally grave. He knew Zhan Tianxia's character—he never made empty claims. For him to say such a thing, something must have happened that was beyond their predictions.
