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Picking up the inscription slowly brought a certain sense of security to Yan Xiaobao. Although they didn't cover the entire outskirts of the forest, they should still trap intruders, as the inscriptions spread randomly and couldn't be seen by the naked eye.
While Yan Xiaobao indeed felt a degree of safety from these inscriptions, he still spent a bit of time every hour using his close affinity with the earth to scout the area. Yet no matter how much he inspected, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
One day passed, then another, and soon the week was nearly over. During this time, Deng Wu was attacked by his own emotions, questioning why he resembled his father so much.
"Stop! Stop it!" Deng Wu finally shouted as he tried to rid himself of the lingering thoughts that clung to him like vines. No matter how hard he worked to peel them away, nothing changed.
