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The night passed in silence.
Sitting atop the mountain and breathing steadily, Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes when the first ray of sunlight fell. At this moment, the world was not completely bright yet, still somewhat dim.
A gust of cold wind kept blowing.
This night, Chen Yuan had almost stabilized his Primordial Spirit, after all, his 'breakthrough' was somewhat lacking; it wasn't a true attainment of the Yang Transformation Realm.
No need for long periods of meditation and breathing.
Standing up, the black robe on Chen Yuan moved with the wind, fluttering loudly, and his gaze turned in a direction—the direction of Liangzhou City.
"Should I go back?"
Chen Yuan was somewhat hesitant. After all, this time he had already gained military merit and benefits in his hands; going back would inevitably face danger, as the Northern Barbarians' army, whose provisions had been depleted, would surely pounce like mad.
Danger was inevitable.
