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Cultivation knows no passage of years.
In the blink of an eye, another ten days had gone by.
At the Wu Dao Sect Mountain Gate on Misty Mountain,
Chu Yuan wasn't moving.
Instead, he was resting by the side of the sect's mountain gate.
Having been on the move for so long, he needed a good rest.
And once Chu Yuan started resting, he did so for ten days.
Even he didn't realize he had rested for that long.
To Chu Yuan, it felt as though he had merely closed his eyes for a moment, and ten days had disappeared.
That made him exclaim about time travel.
When he woke up, Chu Yuan had originally wanted to see how that Zisu plant was doing.
But before Chu Yuan could go there,
From a distance, two voices reached him.
Wu Hu...
Wu Hu...
That sound,
Chu Yuan was all too familiar with.
Wasn't that the sound made by that guy Ao Yu?
However, the other voice didn't seem to come from Ao Yu.
