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The oppression and tension at the bottom of his heart relaxed in that instant, and after tossing and turning, Ling Xi finally fell into a deep sleep with his eyes closed.
The next day dawned clear, as the sun just began to rise above the horizon.
Standing on the path where Ling Xi and his group usually trained, which was also the place where Wang Feng had brazenly teased Ling Xi without knowing any better; Wang Feng's eyes focused intently on the distance, waiting for the appearance of Ling Xi and his group.
About a quarter of an hour passed.
"Hey? Isn't that Wang Feng?" Diao Jun's voice rose with some confusion as he spotted him standing alone not far away, looking incredibly desolate, "Why's he standing there alone? He's not waiting for us, is he?"
However, he remembered that this guy always had a crowd around him whenever he stepped out or arrived somewhere. So why did he seem so... forlorn today, giving off such a strange feeling?
