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The Saints sat together, chatting. Their faces were overflowing with smiles, their eyes glowing with excitement. These Saints had never experienced anything like this before. They never gathered their guards into an army, nor had they crossed such lands on their way to the Empire they were destined to fight.
Seeing all the Saints sitting together around a small flame brought a smile to Yan Xiaobao's face; however, he didn't approach them. After all, he wasn't the Forest King, and while he was the Great Marshall, he didn't truly belong to them. Instead, he lit his own fire and sat down with the guide.
