As the battle ended, Wang Jing let out a sigh of relief, reflecting that this had been the easiest fight of the entire journey.
Just then, the muffled cries of a child echoed from beneath a small mound of earth nearby. Wang Jing and Chen Ping'an moved instantly, digging away the dirt to rescue the child unharmed.
The sky cleared up. It was late in a lingering spring, and summer was arriving unusually late.
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