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After wandering the streets all night, dawn finally broke.
The sun is a great bully; as soon as it comes out, it drives away all other luminous things.
The dim lamplight disappeared, and the ambiguous candlelight dissipated.
The once bustling and vibrant city of cultivators has returned to its former state.
Wu Er calculated the time and arrived at the place where the supplies were being transported.
This is an open space in the cultivator city, where several cloud boats are moored.
Upon arriving at the location, Wu Er first spoke a few words with the leader and then joined the team escorting the supplies.
That's how it is in the group; apart from a few sect cultivators, most of them are independent cultivators.
Moreover, they were not young people; most of them were older.
That makes sense. This escort mission is neither exciting nor offers any fame or fortune, so young people who want to make a name for themselves wouldn't choose it.
Only those who have come to understand the cruel reality of the cultivation world would choose this kind of mission.
Wu Er arrived here without speaking to anyone, and no one initiated a conversation with him.
They're all seasoned veterans; everyone knows it's better to avoid trouble and that too much talk leads to mistakes.
After waiting for a while, a few more people arrived and joined the escort team.
The leader glanced at the time, checked the list in his hand, and then nodded, saying, "The time has come. Let's board the cloud boat."
Hearing the shouts, Wu Er boarded the cloud boat.
After everyone boarded the cloud boat, it slowly took off and flew towards a certain place.
Once they were airborne, Wu Er looked toward where the cloud boat was flying.
Over there, dark clouds loomed overhead, creating a gloomy atmosphere.
I imagine that's what the front lines look like now...
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