Yan Jiuzhi's trial came to a successful end. Meanwhile, in another sword array special training trial ground, Lin Shanlai and his fellow sword cultivators had just concluded a battle and were meditating to regulate their breathing atop the crumbling city walls.
This was a small desert town where yellow sand filled the sky, the air was bone-dry, and even breathing carried a trace of scorching heat.
An old woman, accompanied by a frail child, walked tremblingly up the city walls holding a cracked earthen bowl.
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