When Xiaolian sprinted up to Xu Jun, she suddenly stopped. For a moment, she was too stunned to speak. Could the man standing before her really be the same Xu Jun as before?
Xu Jun, whom she hadn't seen for half a month, looked completely changed now, resembling a lost disciple of the Beggar Sect. From head to toe, not a single piece of his clothing was intact; they were tattered and flapping in the wind. His sunburned, darkened face looked just like a clay sculpture in a temple. The only thing that brought Xiaolian a glimmer of comfort was that the moment Xu Jun saw her, he actually broke into a smile.
Xiaolian stood on tiptoe, looking left and right behind Xu Jun. But no matter how she looked, she saw no second figure other than Xu Jun, so she knew in her heart that Xu Jun's trip had not achieved its original purpose.
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