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Evening...
The female cultivator from the Fire Worship Demon Sect arrived.
Even before she appeared, the fragrant breeze had already wafted over.
Her snow-white skirt was like flowing clouds and flying snow, a crimson umbrella slightly opened, resting on her shoulder. Her bare little feet were without shoes, yet seemed like ice crystals and snow jade. Treading lightly, she pranced across the snowy ground.
Her steps were light and delicate, swaying with each step, reminiscent of graceful lotus leaves on a breeze-swept pond.
Song Yan had a premonition, but when he saw this female cultivator, he still felt a sense of disbelief, thinking "No way..."
This female cultivator was none other than Wang Susu.
