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It was almost seven o'clock, and the temperature in the jungle had warmed up a bit. Xia Bing was wearing Zhao Yang's jacket, while he himself was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt. However, he didn't feel cold in the slightest.
Recalling the night a few months ago when he returned from the mountains, when he had to meditate and regulate his Dantian Qi outside the Forestry Bureau just to get through those two days, Zhao Yang felt that his skills had improved significantly.
The birds in the trees chirped noisily, and the faint sunlight pierced through the mist, shining down through the gaps in the leaves that covered the sky.
With sufficient light, their visibility improved, and so they continued searching until almost eight o'clock when Xia Feng glanced at his watch and couldn't help but curse.
It was only four hours until noon, they had to descend the mountain, and also prepare the medicine. Time was extremely tight.
