On the third day of following Bu Jingyun on the road, we finally found Wuming's camp in a secluded valley. To my surprise, a considerable number of martial artists had already gathered here—swordsmen, saber-wielding warriors, and even a few who looked like disciples of the Beggar Sect.
"Senior Wuming!" I pulled Kong Ci forward in quick strides.
Wuming turned around, still wearing that transcendent, immortal-like demeanor. "Huanxi, you've arrived." His gaze fell on the hand Kong Ci and I were tightly clasping, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.
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