After Ying Xiong left, no specter tried to snatch the cart from Zhao Yi anymore.
He bent over, searching under the scorching sun nearby.
"Strange... I clearly threw it here just now..."
Zhao Yi stroked his chin, a curious glint flashing in his eyes.
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