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"Beyond the frontier, there's more than just roaming spirits..."
Having witnessed the demise of two such spirits, Li Muyang was not greatly moved.
He simply walked over to the corpse of the weasel, looking down at its two-meter-long body with a complex expression in his eyes.
In its final moments, the weasel had even thought to cover for him...
"You and I were but strangers who briefly crossed paths, with no deep connection, why bother to cover for me..."
Li Muyang let out a soft sigh, saying, "You could have easily betrayed my location and perhaps secured a chance to live."
Although he was not concerned about the weasel, he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret upon hearing that it had tried to help him in its dying moments.
Li Muyang quickly dug a simple grave in the mountains and buried the two-meter-long body of the weasel.
The voice of the Bite-Moon Jiao sounded in his ear.
