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As night fell, the carriage stopped on a high hill prairie, where various wildflowers and grasses flourished, some even as tall as one's knees. Strange insects buzzed around, causing the horses to snort occasionally.
Ling Xiaoxiao set up a simple hidden array and climbed into the carriage, only to see her senior brother sitting by the window with clear eyes, gazing far into the meandering stream through the distant canyon.
Those eyes were pure and clean, making Ling Xiaoxiao momentarily lost in thought.
"Senior brother, you..."
"I've recovered a bit."
"Why don't we go back and report to the Sword Elder?"
"Forget it, the world is a place for cultivation anywhere."
Ling Xiaoxiao wanted to persuade further but recalled the varied gazes of her senior brothers and sisters in front of the Zen Sword Studio hall yesterday, and the imposing presence of the female cultivator wearing a golden bell.
