Everyone was stunned atop Sanyuan Mountain.
The refugees who had run out behind Feng Mengyue stared at one another in bewilderment. They watched their lord run straight toward the opposing position, which was on full alert, as if she had been possessed.
The warriors behind Su Mo were even more confused. They had no idea why the woman approaching them was cheering and jumping for joy as if she had won five million yuan in the lottery.
Only the two people involved—and Second Sister, who was standing beside Su Mo—knew what this scene represented: the reunion of old acquaintances.
The meeting of old friends.
At such a moment, words were no longer enough to express their feelings. Their hearts were filled with emotions and excitement that were difficult to put into words.
"She's an acquaintance. Don't be nervous. Disperse the defensive formation."
After staring at Feng Mengyue's face for a few more moments, Su Mo felt a wave of emotion. He stepped forward twice and called for the formation to withdraw, revealing a passage leading directly toward Feng Mengyue.
It was not only because, when the Liu Brothers had described the Sanyuan Mountain Territory, he had guessed that its lord was Feng Mengyue.
Nor was it only because he had discovered through various clues on the way up the mountain that this was an old acquaintance.
Even now, seeing that familiar face, Su Mo still found it hard to believe.
On such a vast wasteland, they had actually encountered each other by chance. Before this, a whole series of coincidental misunderstandings had even occurred.
"Director, this..."
"She's an acquaintance I met when I first arrived on the wasteland. She's an ally, so there's no need to be nervous!"
Seeing Feng Tianmin approach warily to stop him, Su Mo waved his