There were still a few days left till the end of the survival training, but groups of exhausted disciples were already swarming towards the meeting point. They were coming from all directions, and Lee and Xiao Lian had to travel inland for tens of miles to find any dreadtalon packs.
Of course, they didn't need the beasts and were only eyeing their tasty eggs. It was clear that after wasting two months on the cliff they would never make up for the difference in contribution points, but neither cared. And neither considered the time being wasted.
Obviously Lee still thought Xiao Lian was completely nuts, but at the same time had deep respect for the boy's pure artistic soul. Besides, one had to be naive to his bones to create a confession of love of such scale.
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