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The young man suggested they descend the mountain together, and Beiting Huang, without any better ideas, agreed with a nod and followed behind the two youths.
At the base of the mountain lay a town, about ten miles away from the forest. Like the Central Continent, many adventurers and teams frequently journeyed into the mountains to hunt or gather herbs, and over the years, a sturdy and spacious road had been worn into the plain.
At this time, Beiting Huang boarded a carriage with the two brothers. The younger brother was very innocent, insisting on sitting next to Beiting Huang. He introduced himself, "Big brother, you probably don't remember, since you were only three years old at that time. Do you remember the Wuling Sect? Our father is the Master of Wuling Sect, this is our eldest brother, named Zhang Xi, and we are twins. I'm Zhang Xuan, and you are Zhang Zhao..."
