The next day, having cultivated in the East Garden through the night, Mi Lan changed into a red-and-black brocade robe and set off alone early in the morning.
The Battle of the Chosen was on September 11th, and with only twelve days remaining, Mi Lan decided to make haste, dig up as much as he could, and if it proved too dangerous, just gather a little from the outer perimeter and see if it was of any use.
Anyway, taking risks was out of the question—never in this lifetime! His precious little life came first.
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