The sun was shining brightly, and there was no wind.
The sun was high, and it was sultry.
After leaving Xiu County, Li Yu and the others were once again on the road to return to the Big Camphor Tree Base.
Among those on the road, Old Huang, Ling Feng, and the others had never been to the Big Camphor Tree Base, but through these days of Zhong Chuchu and others' introduction, they had already imagined what the Big Camphor Tree Base looked like in their minds.
Their hearts were filled with longing and yearning for the Big Camphor Tree Base.
The little Taoist who traveled with them, Qingyang, had also become quite familiar with Xiao Jun over the past two days.
Xiao Jun found that this little Taoist was different from everyone he had ever met, as if this Taoist had not been affected by the Doomsday.
He always remained calm and composed.
He never seemed unhappy, lacking the common accusatory eyes of people in the Doomsday.
His eyes always remained clear.
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