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Under the blazing sunlight,
Jiang Ding stood still for over thirty minutes, holding the Talisman Sword in his hand which gathered the sunlight, extremely dazzling, as if he were holding a sun.
After a long while, he opened his slightly fatigued eyes.
"It's done, luckily the damage isn't severe this time."
That was also the drawback of the Talisman Sword, too fragile.
Unless it's tempered to perfection and reaches the next realm, the level of a wooden sword, only then would it be much better, not sustaining damage from violent physical collisions.
With a light step, he leapt to the treetops, hurrying back to the camp.
In Donglingshan Mountain, ferocious beasts were everywhere, so everything would soon be gone, preventing any plague from breaking out.
As for scavenging the spoils of war, it was unnecessary.
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In the camp, herb gatherers and Jianghu folks frequently came and went, turning in Blue Luminous Butterflies.
