"Piaoyue, do you know them?" Leng Yan noticed Li Piaoyue's reaction at once and calmly asked.
Li Piaoyue quickly shook her head. "It is not that this disciple knows them. Rather, if this disciple remembers correctly, the woman leading them should be an old friend of Senior Brother Su."
"Su Shi'er?"
Leng Yan's brows rose slightly as her gaze immediately turned toward the cabin.
At that moment, having heard the commotion, Su Shi'er stopped cultivating and was striding out of the cabin.
"Friends of Su's?"
"Within Sunset City, the only cultivators who could be called Su's friends would be Ning Caiyun and the others from Sunset City. Other than them... could it be Miss Jiang from Medicine King Island?"
The wind seemed to gather beneath Su Shi'er's feet. Before he even emerged, upon hearing Li Piaoyue's voice, thoughts raced through his mind, and he already had a guess.
Once outside the cabin, he swiftly exchanged glances with Leng Yan, Li Piaoyue, and the others before turning his gaze ahead.
In the distance, twelve figures were racing toward them.
At their head were a man and a woman. The man was handsome and dashing, with sword-like brows and starry eyes; the woman had red lips and white teeth, her hair coiled in a Daoist topknot. Though petite, she was as beautiful as a flower.
From afar, the leading pair appeared perfectly matched—talented man and beautiful woman, like a golden boy and jade maiden.
The moment his eyes fell on the female cultivator, Su Shi'er recognized her. She was Jiang Xueyan, the Medicine King Island cultivator with whom he had crossed paths several times.
Before Su Shi'er could speak, Jiang Xueyan visibly let out a quiet breath of relief upon seeing him.
Then the corners of her lips lifted as she smiled