Originally, she had not wanted to bother with the people below and had only wanted to hurry on her way. But as she drew closer and made out two familiar faces among the caravan, she suddenly changed her mind.
How did these two end up together?
The caravan was resting at the time. Xue Fuyao changed direction and flew toward them.
Meanwhile, in the caravan, Mu Wei, whose figure had filled out over the past few years, approached a white-robed cultivator with a charming smile, a green Spirit Fruit in her hand.
"Brother Xue Heng, try this Green Spirit Fruit."
Xueheng looked at the Green Spirit Fruit offered to him but did not reach out to take it. "Thank you, but I've taken a Fasting Pill. I don't need to eat."
At the mention of Fasting Pills, Mu Wei curled her lips in distaste. "What's so tasty about Fasting Pills? They can't compare to my Green Spirit Fruit. Just try it. Really, it's so sweet."
"He's practically written his refusal all over his face. Can't you see it?" The moment Xue Fuyao landed, she saw Mu Wei sidling up to Xueheng with a Green Spirit Fruit.
She had not expected Mu Wei to still be alive after all these years. Then again, she had left the Emperor's Tomb after obtaining the inheritance back then and had not paid much attention to whether the others lived or died.
But she had learned from Wang Zheng that, aside from the two of them, who had reaped substantial rewards, nearly everyone who entered the Emperor's Tomb had faced a nine-in-ten chance of death, and many had died.
She had not asked any further questions at the time, assuming Mu Wei had died inside too. After all, Mu Wei had the lowest cultivation among