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When Zhou Long left Yan Xiaobao, the white-haired boy furrowed his brows, recalling the man's words. He would help Yan Xiaobao survive, but what about Yan Xiaobao's friends? Would they not receive any help?
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As the sun broke over the sky, everyone was already up, having packed their tents and finished breakfast.
Today was going to be a busy day; they were heading out to find the biggest snake Yan Xiaobao had ever seen, let alone heard of. Although Zhou Long's earlier words left him slightly uneasy, he believed in his ability to keep his friends alive, and all of them were eager for the hunt ahead.
Moving down the canyon was far simpler than he had anticipated. The twelve cultivators descended the steep slope silently, quickly making their way to the mist-filled valley below.
