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... Zun’s words made a lot of sense, I ended up running alongisde him, towards the Eastern District’s other district line. No matter the district, rooftops are the best for traveling. The path was completely devoid of any other people.

When we arrived at the border forest, there were still ten hours left before day. I jumped up onto a tree and rested on a branch, planning to sleep for a bit. I didn’t hear anything from Nie Zun, so I glanced down at the ground. What I saw made me laugh so hard ...

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