By the bonfire.

Chen Mu raised his right hand in front of him.

Listen carefully!

hum!

A fist-sized black ball appeared in the palm of his hand.

With a thought, the black ball suddenly expanded and spread. With Chen Mu as the center, it swept through the jungle like a breeze.

At the same time, a pair of black and white patterns suddenly appeared in my mind.

At the core of the camp, Song Wuji, who closed his eyes to recuperate, Liang Yi, who tinkered with unknown potions, and Mo Wuzhou, who practiced with his eyes closed.

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