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Time trickled by, and before one knew it, a year had passed.
Yuan Ming's cave mansion had been closed since and had not opened once, with a layer of dust settled on the door.
Two years went by, and still, there was no sign of the secret chamber where Yuan Ming was in seclusion showing any signs of opening.
Three years...
In the blink of an eye, five years had elapsed.
On this day, Hua Zhi, Vajra, and Lei Yu were sitting at the entrance of the secret chamber in a pin-shaped formation, guarding the door with a somewhat bored expression.
For the full span of five years, aside from the occasional hurried visits from Zuo Qinghui, there had been almost no news from Yuan Ming. Worried that sending a message might disturb Yuan Ming's Core Formation, they dared not inquire about the situation inside.
Hua Zhi, by nature restless, stretched in a languid yawn, just about to get up.
Boom!
