Almost simultaneously, Yezi and his group as well as Wang Fenglei and his companions arrived at the location of the ginseng spiritual vein.
"!!" All four of them, including Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang, were stunned on the spot.
Yezi stared dumbfounded at the young woman some ten meters away in front of him.
He was panting, his face slightly reddened due to excessive running, his chest heaving up and down.
He couldn't hear the calls from Xu Lan Ya behind him at all, nor could he hear the whistling of the snow wind or the squeaking of the bragging Little Pig beside him.
How long had it been? A year or two years, over seven hundred days.
Before meeting Xiao Xian, Yezi had imagined countless times the scene when they would meet again. He thought about scolding her fiercely, complaining that after she went to Beijing, she never contacted him again.
