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Black Cloud Stronghold, at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, in a hidden forest, several figures appeared.

"What should we do next?" Zhao Qingxiu looked at Lin Jingyu and asked in a low voice. Early in the morning, Lin Jingyu and the others disguised themselves and followed Lin Jingyu all the way here.

This place was not the mountain peak that Black Cloud Stronghold was on