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A hundred years passed quickly.
The crowds in Tianxuan City were like the tides; the clamor was incessant.
Qianling Garden, Golden Roc Courtyard.
Shen Long, Chu Buyu, Qin Yuwei, Wu Yunbai, and Yang Tianshan sat in a green stone pavilion, sipping tea and chatting leisurely.
"It won't be long before we can leave."
Wu Yunbai said with a smile.
For the past hundred years, the Human Clan and the Bloodvine Clan had not waged war again, living in peace; powers like the Qianling Sect and Yinluo Sect were preparing to leave Tianxuan City, and Wang Tianxin had agreed.
"Indeed! This war has caused many casualties among the Void Refining Cultivators, thanks to Taoist Friend Shen's elixirs, or else I would have died as well."
Yang Tianshan spoke gratefully.
