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Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, twenty days had passed, reaching the time of Li Chun.
The snow in Hongshan Village gradually melted, with occasional scattered snowflakes mixed with rain that could no longer settle.
Despite this, the warm spring was still far from coming, and the weather remained uncomfortably cold.
"Snap!"
In the bamboo forest, Shen Qing brought his fingers together, his arms snapping forward like a whip.
With a crisp sound, Shen Qing's two fingers pierced directly into the lush green bamboo.
He withdrew his fingers, leaving two dark holes in the bamboo, as if a beast's fangs had bitten through.
Shen Qing looked down at his fingers, feeling somewhat incredulous.
"So this is the power of the Bone Refining Realm."
Shen Qing murmured to himself with a touch of delight in his heart.
