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Late at night.
The Beast Taming Sect.
In the dilapidated palace on the back mountain, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on a cushion.
He was recovering his depleted Inner Strength and Mana; an hour had already passed since the battle ended.
All the wounded had received basic medical treatment and the ruins of various buildings had been cleared.
Only after everything was taken care of did he find a palace to begin recovering from the day's injuries and exertions.
Time slipped away bit by bit, and before he knew it, the sun had risen.
Strands of sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the palace, illuminating the interior.
The youth's tightly-shut eyes slowly opened, and a sense of oppression began to fill the entire palace.
A moment later, this oppressive feeling dissipated.
After resting for half the night, he had recovered from the previous day's exhaustion.
It was time to count the spoils of war.
