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Zhu Minglang had a long sleep but still felt tired as if his fatigue had not been alleviated at all.
It was probably because the recent days of running around, fighting, and plotting had drained him of his energy. Fortunately, the Dragon Tail Mountain was filled with the aura of immortals, reminiscent of the time he had recuperated in the Seven-colored Divine Soil.
Zhu Minglang carefully reviewed the recent events.
For some reason, he always felt that there was some arrangement behind it all.
Everything seemed to coincide "by chance."
Or had he been fish bait for Xie Cang from the very beginning?
Once he pursued a faster way of cultivation, it meant he had to take great risks and could easily get involved in major incidents from which it was difficult to extricate himself.
Or was it that the Xuange God had set him up?
Zhu Minglang couldn't make a judgment at that time since there were still many things unclear.