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"Oh?"

"You're headed to the Ancient Battlefield Ruins?"

Ji Yuan was somewhat surprised. It seemed the two of them really were bound by fate. Meeting in Flood City was one thing, but now even their destinations were the same.

"That's right."

Wang Xiu piloted a cloud-shaped flying Spirit Artifact, slowing it slightly as he sent Ji Yuan a voice transmission. "I don't mind telling you, Brother Qiu, even if you laugh at me. I married into the Wei Family in the Ancient Battlefield Ruins. I only went south later because of a few matters."

"Now I've heard my father-in-law has passed away. I have to go back and pay my respects."

As Wang Xiu spoke, the smile faded from his eyes, leaving him looking rather forlorn.

"My condolences, Brother Wang."

Ji Yuan said the words, but his mind lingered on "Wei Family." There should only be one Wei Family in the Ancient Battlefield.

According to the Li Family's arrangements, he would need the Wei Family's help to temper his flying sword in the Blood River.

It was probably the same Wei Family Wang Xiu meant.

But Ji Yuan said nothing. He would know once he got there.

"What about you, Brother Qiu? Where are you headed?"

Wang Xiu looked at the kindly Ji Yuan. As if he had guessed something, he asked tentatively, "Don't tell me you're going to the Ancient Battlefield Ruins too?"

Thoughts flashed through Ji Yuan's mind. His trip to the Ancient Battlefield was a secret, and he had no enemies to speak of. This was probably just a coincidence.

"I am."

"What a coincidence!"

Wang Xiu slapped his thigh in excitement. "I was worried about the dangers of this trip, with no one to travel alongside me. I'll feel much better with you here, Brother Qiu.