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The spring rain had yet to cease, drizzling endlessly.
One man and one deer departed Ji City in a streak of tunneling light, and before long, they arrived at another city—Yunxi City.
Demon Tai Sui had wreaked havoc in Ji City, nearly slaughtering its entire population. After Ning Daoran shielded the members of Su Family's Martial Arts Hall and helped them escape, it seemed Su Chuanping and Su Mei, the father-and-daughter duo, had later settled down in Yunxi City.
Yet now, Ning Daoran had no idea how Old Su and Su Mei were faring.
Ning Daoran furrowed his brows. Old Su was purely a martial artist and had likely passed away many years ago, while Su Mei, a dual cultivator of magic and body, would need to have at least reached the Golden Core Stage by now if she were still alive—but even then, odds weren't promising.
"Old Lu."
Dismissing such gloomy thoughts, he smiled and said, "Let's enter the city, find the best tavern, and have ourselves a feast. What do you say?"
