Upon seeing She Ming, Han Yu couldn't help but think, 'She has changed far more than I expected in three years.'
Han Yu hadn't really seen her since then, but had heard a bit about her from time to time. She had been taken in by a female Elder as one of her disciples and had been trained personally by her for a while.
And since she was in an entirely different part of the sect, Han Yu didn't cross paths with her either. The sect was massive and had millions of disciples after all.
While he was thinking this, one of his companions was having a whole different set of emotions.
Beside Han Yu, Fatty Kui let out a low whistle, his round face flushing crimson.
His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he gawped openly at her, muttering under his breath, "By the heavens… who is that divine beauty?!"
Wu Shuan smacked the back of his head lightly, whispering sharply, "That's She Ming, idiot. Don't gawk so openly, you'll embarrass us all."
