The morning's faint light, soft as delicate gauze, spilled gently over the campsite. Like the tender touch of a benevolent fairy, it slowly brushed away the remnants of the night, clearing the final haze from the world like a shadow being wiped from a canvas.
"Ah... is it dawn already?" Du Bufan stirred from his deep slumber, his voice languid and trailing off, as if still caught in the remnants of a dream. He stretched his body with a satisfied sigh, his frame unfurling like a dragon in motion, as if to cast off every lingering trace of exhaustion from the long night.
"Young Master Du, you must prepare yourself. We are setting off immediately," Elder He said, his voice resonant and deep, echoing through the camp like the tolling of a great bell. His tone held the steady gravity of an ancient mountain—an undeniable authority that seemed capable of subduing any malevolent force, commanding instant reverence from all who heard it.
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