After leaving the campsite, Nie Tian and Pan Tao randomly picked a direction and walked for a period of time before stopping.

Staring off into the distance, Pan Tao said, “If we want the food from the Mystic Mist Palace to last until the Secret Dimension Gate opens, everyone will have to go hungry in the following days. It’s partly our fault, too. We were just focused on getting here as quickly as possible, and tossed away a lot of food along the way.”

Smiling, Nie Tian said, “Well, actually it’s because of me. Before you guys showed up, Zheng Bin believed that their food supply was more than enough, so he let me have as much as I wanted. He never thought you’d be in such a sorry situation, and arrive empty-handed.”

Nie Tian didn’t have much of an opinion of Zheng Bin, either good or bad.

After spending a while with the trial takers from the Mystic Mist sect, he came to realize that the atmosphere among them was extremely harmonious under his leadership.

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