"The camp was overrun by snakes, and we didn't find Master San either. We might as well keep going—who knows, we might run into him further ahead," Fatty said.
"That old fox of a Third Uncle is slippery, he definitely won't be in any trouble. He's probably just messing with us and has already reached the Queen Mother of the West Palace by now!" Wu Xie said with indignation.
Zhang Qiling lowered his gaze, knowing all too well that Wu Sansheng was likely heading toward his doom this time. Because the Primordial Gu was something long lost to the Miao tribes, there wasn't a single person left in the pugilistic world who could cure it.
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