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The crimson wasteland.
Qing JiuYu was herding sheep.
There's a torture in this world known as seeing but not being able to eat.
Ever since her previous visit to see Tang Xian, only to find his wooden house in the sea of trees destroyed, Qing JiuYu had been longing for Tang Xian's appearance.
After learning about the delicious cooking methods for the meat of these mountain-managing beasts, she didn't want to just chew hastily with her fox-fire, feeling it wasted the meat.
Luckily, the two had a strong connection.
After learning from Tang Gazi and Tang Bingxiang that Tang Xian had been by, Qing JiuYu was certain that Tang Xian would come again.
And indeed, Tang Xian came.
When he arrived, Qing JiuYu frowned, showing a slight look of disgust.
Because there were three auras.
Two of which made her uncomfortable.
As an orange-tier creature, there are few on this continent who could match Qing JiuYu in a fight, and she faced every creature with ease.
