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"Young man, with a pack on his back, on a journey of a thousand miles full of countless hardships..."
Humming a folk song from the Fang Clan, Zhu Minglang continued on his way to his final destination, the Jun Tian Sky Capital.
After feeling the return of the Sword Spirit Dragon, the loneliness in Zhu Minglang's heart had dissipated, and even in this completely strange and boundless world of the gods, there was nothing to fear.
Sitting by the mountain spring, Zhu Minglang took a sip of the icy water and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.
The Sword Spirit Dragon flew around Zhu Minglang; although it hadn't undergone much change, Zhu Minglang could see the Red Sun Inscription on its sword body, which were the patterns of solar flares.
Though Zhu Minglang did not remember the matters of the Dragon Gate, he had no memory whatsoever of the Red Sun Inscription.
