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Night fell, and campfires dotted the military camp.

Sergei respectfully invited Li Chen to rest inside a tent, but Li Chen politely declined.

In his hoarse voice, he said calmly, "I have long dwelled deep in the mountains, with nature as my companion. I am already accustomed to dining in the wind and sleeping beneath the stars. This place is too crowded for my comfort. I shall find somewhere quiet nearby to meditate."

His explanation was perfectly reasonable, and no one found anything amiss.

To these Daluo soldiers, it was perfectly normal for a reclusive master devoted to ascetic cultivation to have a few eccentricities.

How could a great Shaman whose strength might have reached the legendary Saint Realm, and whose understanding of the shamanic path was so profound, possibly belong to the enemy Heavenly Strategy Dynasty?

That possibility never even entered their consideration.

Seeing that his master had made up his mind to leave, Sergei was reluctant to part with him, but dared not insist that he stay.

He hesitated, then cautiously asked, "Master, if your disciple wishes to seek your guidance in the future, or encounters difficulties, where should I find you? Where exactly is your celestial abode?"

Li Chen continued to maintain the bearing of an enlightened master, shaking his head inscrutably. "I wander the world, going wherever my whims take me. I have no fixed abode."

He paused, motioned for Sergei to hold out his hand, and swiftly traced a rune on his palm with a fingertip. It appeared simple, yet contained a subtle spiritual resonance.

"This is a Sensing Talisman," Li Chen explained. "If you truly encounter a life-threatening crisis, or a bottleneck in your cultivation that you cannot overcome, activate this talisman with all your strength. I will sense it and come to find