At this moment, what surfaced in his mind was the goddess holy emblem swaying on Mo'en's chest when they first met in the morning, the dazzling light emitted by the pink Jadestone when Horak first took it out to show everyone, and this morning...
The lush branch forcibly grafted onto the trunk of the mandarin tree, leaving twisted scars.
Taking steps forward, Xia Nan slightly lowered his head, a thoughtful light flickering in his eyes.
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With Soldin, a Level 4 professional, guarding him personally, the caravan owner Horak naturally wouldn't face any problems.
When Xia Nan and his companions returned to the inn at the pre-agreed time, Horak had already arranged a lavish feast, sitting at the table waiting for them.
