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"": "The extra tent went unused. Luo Bin hung the Seven Yin Arts Talismans on the other three tents.
After everyone ate, they retired to their respective tents.
Dusk gradually swallowed the daylight. The fiery clouds darkened, and night fell.
With four people inside, the tent felt rather cramped.
Long Liang and the other two were not sleepy.
They remained vigilant, watching through the tent's window.
It had not struck Luo Bin last night, but now the scene felt familiar.
Back on Cabinet Mountain, when a large group had gone scouting, hadn't they stayed in tents too?
Before they finally found the Nightmare Corpse, several people had likewise huddled in a tent, enduring a night fraught with danger.
Luo Bin, on the other hand, felt waves of exhaustion wash over him.
The reason was simple.
He might have appeared to sleep last night, but to him, it had felt like one long stretch of terror and desperate struggle.
Making three sets of Seven Yin Arts Talismans had also all but drained his strength.
Taking out a slice of zhongshan baijiao, Luo Bin put it straight into his mouth.
Long Liang froze, staring at Luo Bin, unable to look away.
"What is it, Mr. Long? Would you like a slice too?"
Although zhongshan baijiao was precious, Luo Bin was not stingy.
"No... no need... I haven't finished absorbing what you gave me before we set out. It knocked me out for an entire night. Your soul isn't injured, yet you can take it directly? Won't you..."
Long Liang had been about to say "pass out."
Yet Luo Bin, who had been drowsy a moment earlier, now looked completely refreshed. For him, this "miracle medicine," Zhongshan baijiao, could never be too potent. Instead, it seemed more like a