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"Mmm?"

Su Zimo looked over.

The voice was way too soft, almost like a mosquito.

If not for his strong hearing, he might not have noticed it.

His gaze landed on a female cultivator in the crowd.

The female cultivator's hair was disheveled and she was curled into a ball, hiding in the crowd. However, there was a hint of vitality and vigor in her eyes compared to everyone else.

"You are…"

Su Zimo's gaze froze. As though he recalled something, he probed, "Tang Shiyun?"

The female cultivator nodded repeatedly when she heard that name.

She wiped away the mud on her face and revealed her facial features. Although she was still dirty, she could be recognized.

"It's really you!"

Su Zimo was surprised.

To think that he would truly be able to meet an old friend in Southern Duel Sect.

Tang Shiyun stood up and wanted to walk towards Su Zimo. However, she hesitated for a moment out of fear.