Wu Er, who had landed on the small hill, looked around and then came to a loquat tree, reaching out to pick a loquat leaf.
He really likes loquat trees, and he was delighted to see so many of them.
So Wu Er decided to climb to the top of the small hill.
Along the way, Wu Er walked slowly and leisurely, occasionally touching the loquat leaves.
When the wind blows, the unique fragrance of loquat trees will spread far and wide, filling the whole mountain with this aroma.
Even immortals would feel a little intoxicated by this fragrance.
It's not actually the fragrance of the loquat tree that's intoxicating, but rather the people who admire it that are captivated by it...
Wu Er walked slowly, and when he was almost at the top of the mountain, he heard a "whoosh" sound.
Wu Er recognized the sound very well; it was the sound of a sword cutting through the air when practicing swordsmanship.
"Ha, someone's actually practicing swordsmanship. So I'm not the only one here after all."
Wu Er didn't need to keep his divine sense active all the time, especially within his own sect, so when he arrived at this small mountain, there were no other people on it.
Although there were other people around, this did not disturb Master Wu's leisurely mood. He still leisurely went up to the top of the mountain without concealing his figure.
When he reached the summit, he naturally saw the person practicing swordsmanship there.
Not to mention, it's someone I know.
The person practicing swordsmanship was Han Qingxiu, one of the few outer disciples that Wu Er knew.
Because she hadn't concealed herself, Han Qingxiu, who was practicing her sword, also saw Wu Er climbing to the top of the mountain...
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