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Time flew by, and the weather grew increasingly hot.
On the eastern side of Sunrise Mountain, the mountain breeze swept through the forest, rustling the leaves.
A thin line of red light, like an arrow, spiraled through the dense forest, shuttling swiftly like lightning.
In a moment, the red light abruptly accelerated and crashed straight into a large grayish-white boulder protruding from the ground.
With a soft 'pfft' sound, the stone, as if solidified fat meeting a hot knife, was effortlessly pierced through by the red light.
Then the red light agilely changed direction and disappeared into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.
Under the eaves, in front of the porch, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair, eyes slightly squinted.
His eyeballs moved left and right, but his attention was not on what was before him.
After a while, a flash of red light appeared before him, and a vermilion flying blade, light as a feather, materialized, hovering in mid-air in front of Chen Mu.
