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The ruins of White Heron mountain.
The morning sun had just risen.
It was warm.
In the depths of the Thunder Lake, which was less than a hundred miles away, lightning flashed and Thunder rumbled.
This was followed by a series of sharp calls from the heavenly Peng.
At the edge of the White Egret mountain.
Teams of herb-gatherers lined up on both sides of the mountain path.
They were playing miniature suonas.
He was guiding the way for the spiritual monsters who came from all directions to congratulate him.
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The sun rose into the sky.
On the peak of White Heron mountain.
A dense crowd of spiritual monsters gathered together.
Compared to the previous ruins ...
This place had already been repaired under the young Peng's instructions.
On the platform at the top, there was a statue of a heavenly Peng with its wings spread out.
Then, there were rows and rows of immortal's caves in the style of peach blossom mountain.
