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Tong Yi chose not to respond to the Fourth Prince’s mockery. He simply sat back down by the campfire to warm his hands.

Over the next while, martial artists from both sides occasionally stepped up to spar, each side winning and losing in turn.

Every time Yang Ling made a move to enter the fray, not a single Rong tribe spy chose to engage. They all pretended to be dead, completely ignoring him.

“Looks like I won’t be getting any more easy pickings. They’ve learned their lesson.”

Thinking this, Yang Ling abandoned the idea and began quietly watching the sparring matches between the two sides.

Before they knew it, the eighth day had arrived.

Both groups of martial artists stood at the entrance of Calamity Valley, their expressions a mix of tension, excitement, and solemnity.

Fortunately, the entrance was large enough to hold thousands of people without issue.

Otherwise, the two sides would inevitably have started fighting.