The night passed quickly.

Ding Hao stopped cultivating and slowly got up. He stretched himself lazily and suddenly sensed something. His expression changed.

In the distance, hundreds of beams of flowing light were rushing toward him like lightning, coming from the horizon that had just dawned.

Ding Hao frowned and had already guessed something.

Golden Cicada and Sweet Sound had packed up the tent and the other appurtenances.

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