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In the peak of summer, beneath the blazing sun, Gu An was picking medicinal herbs in the Profound Valley.
As the number of demons across the land significantly decreased, the Celestial Vault became increasingly blue. Now, with the three dynasties, the Holy Land, and the Demon Emperor forces all vigorously exterminating demons, the pace at which Gu An harvested lifespan had also slowed down.
But everything was returning to calm, which, for him, was a good thing.
The world at peace, farming quietly, and developing with stealth—that was the way of the king.
Lu Jiujia approached Gu An and softly asked, "Elder Brother, are you going to participate in the year's end Alchemy competition?"