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"It seems we’ve overthought the situation," Xu Biao said with a smile, watching Yan Xiaobao enjoying the Horned Snake Soup that Sha Yun had cooked for them.
After finishing his al and clearing the dishes, Yan Xiaobao sat on a large boulder. Soon, the sound of snoring filled the campsite as he rested his head on his palm, legs crossed. The thought of fighting against rcenaries lingered in his mind. Though lost in ditation throughout the battle, he had witnessed the leader’s final monts and the astonishing power that Xu Biao had unleashed.
He was acutely aware of his own weakness. Experts who managed to unlock the upper-level Dantian were rare, yet even a King-level expert could easily reduce Yan Xiaobao and his friends to nothing but ashes, as they’d experienced earlier.
Deng Wu and himself were the strongest in their team, yet neither was anywhere near King-level strength. Yan Xiaobao was contemplating ways to increase his own power—a kind of growth that would enable him to protect those he cared about.
From dusk till dawn, he sat deep in thought, not moving a single muscle the whole night. Instead, his mind churned over the options he could pursue. Sadly, none seed viable. The only ways to genuinely augnt his strength were either borrowing martial power from Lan Wei’s rged soul or allowing Phoenix to take over his body and defeat his opponents.
"Have you been sitting like this all night?" A sweet voice ca from behind him. The thoughtful young man turned around, only to et Wang Julong’s smiling gaze.
Her long hair fell loose, shimring beautifully in the early sunlight. As the young mistress of the Wang Family, her skin was no longer pale from a previously sheltered life. Its warm tone now revealed soone who spent every day outdoors. Her rare smile graced her stunning face, leaving Yan Xiaobao utterly astonished by her exquisite beauty.
Shaking his head, he vaguely recalled her earlier question. He jumped down from the boulder, a slight smile appearing on his face.
"I needed to do so thinking," he responded, walking toward the beautiful girl without realizing what he was doing. His hand lightly brushed aside a stray lock of hair cascading over her lovely face.
As he touched her, Wang Julong blushed vividly. Instinctively, she stepped back a few paces, her mouth opening in wordless speech, unable to utter a single word.
"Sorry." Feeling a bit guilty when he saw the flustered look on the beautiful girl’s face, Yan Xiaobao offered an apologetic smile. Sohow, he suddenly felt an urge to tease her—her rosy cheeks were just too charming. "I couldn’t help it; being this cute in the morning is entirely your fault," he remarked with a shaless grin. Wang Julong’s eyes widened as she found herself stamring, "I... I... I also need to... uh..." Before she could finish her sentence, the young woman turned abruptly and rushed back to her tent, leaving behind a mischievous smile on the young man’s face.
The rest of the camp gradually woke up, both beasts and Humans alike surprised to see Yan Xiaobao’s cheerful smile. They wondered what might have happened overnight to put him in such a good mood.
As morning began, everyone started packing up their tents—except for one tent, which remained suspiciously still throughout the morning. Wang Julong had yet to erge, an odd occurrence indeed.
Everyone was puzzled by the situation. Wang Julong was usually very diligent, always waking before others and being the first to pack her tent. Seeing the young lady remain in her tent this morning, everyone—except Yan Xiaobao—worried whether their serious friend might be unwell. After waiting for most of the morning, Xie Lan finally climbed into her tent to check what was wrong.
After a short while, Xie Lan erged with a flushed face, glancing sharply at Yan Xiaobao. Her expression caused the young man to raise an eyebrow in amusent, his shaless grin growing wider as Xie Lan took a deep breath and shook her head.
Her behavior perplexed everyone. Wang Julong’s unusual actions might indeed have had sothing to do with Yan Xiaobao. But if that were the case, what had transpired between them?
Deng Wu was the first to co to a conclusion. His handso face quickly transford into one of disbelief, followed by a sly grin. When he opened his mouth, his tone was sowhat husky, "Oh my! To think you’d treat poor Julong like that!" he exclaid, his face filled with mock incredulity.
"What do you an ’like that’?" a sharp voice retorted. Wang Julong stepped out from her tent, her face beet-red as she recalled how close Yan Xiaobao had been earlier—how his hand had brushed past her forehead paired with that gentle smile on his face.
Seeing her blush so deeply, Deng Wu beca certain he had uncovered sothing juicy. Stretching out his arm, he gave Yan Xiaobao a congratulatory pat on the shoulder, a proud grin lighting up his face. "Young friend," he started ceremoniously, never missing a chance for theatrics, "now that you’ve beco a man, I have to impress upon you the need to understand your responsibilities!" No sooner had he spoken than Deng Wu was knocked to the ground by Wang Julong, who swung her red staff with zero restraint, delivering a solid blow straight to his head.
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