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The wind whistled mournfully, the bamboo forest swayed, like a gentle expanse of green sea.
But before this delightful scene,
lay precisely three corpses, their tattered husks riddled with sharp bamboo.
Inside, they were hollow, as if the Dao Infants had already been taken by someone.
A Primordial Grandmaster, to die beneath seemingly ordinary green bamboo, was simply ridiculous.
Zhang Mingyang stood with his hands behind his back, his black and white robe fluttering slightly.
But the smile that had been on his face outside was now gone.
His eyes were dark and chilling, making those nearby shudder.
The Mysterious Light Cave Disciple standing beside him caught sight of his uncle's expression and, panic-stricken, could only direct his anger towards others: "A bunch of trash! Given a map of the route, yet with no progress thus far, what are you even good for!"
In front of the bamboo forest, two Primordial Realm Grandmasters held a Jade Slip, their eyes blood red.
