Carrying the treasures acquired from the ruins, the group found a quiet and secluded place to rest and recuperate. The afterglow of the setting sun fell like a soft, warm veil upon their weary yet hopeful faces, filled with longing. A gentle evening breeze blew past, carrying a hint of coolness as it stirred their hair and the hems of their clothes.
Zhang Yue sat cross-legged on the ground, his posture upright yet failing to conceal his fatigue. He held the ancient spell scroll in his hands, his gaze focused and profound, his brow slightly furrowed as if he were immersed in a deep and mysterious world. Every ancient line of text seemed to contain endless mysteries, intoxicating him and making him forget everything around him.
Ziyan stood quietly to one side, gently holding the crystal ball that contained immense healing power in her hands. The crystal ball emitted a soft, warm glow, illuminating her beautiful and gentle face in a dreamlike manner. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and an expression of infatuation and concentration appeared on her face as she intently felt the warm and mysterious energy flowing within it.
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