Seeing Wu Sansheng and his party arrive, Wu Xie looked over and said, "Third Uncle."
"Mm, we've found the entrance," Wu Sansheng said as he raised his foot and walked toward the entrance, peering into the pitch-black opening. "This should be it."
Looking at the chaotic group preparing to pitch their tents, Aning frowned slightly and raised a hand to massage her temples.
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