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Feeling consoled, tears of comfort welled up in her eyes as Meng Fuyao patted Lord Yuan Bao's head, "You are so caring, you know how to earn medical expenses for your boss…"

The troupe reached Mount Luo Feng, abandoned their horses at the foot of the mountain and moved on. Halfway through Mount Luo Feng, at a platform amongst the steep precipices and cliffs, Cloud Soul said with a satisfied expression, "The Fengshui here is not too bad, perfect for all of you to be buried."

Zhan Beiye whispered into Meng Fuyao's ear, "Fuyao, we must persevere till the moon rises."