At noon, Bianjing.
One month after the announcement of the Qingwu Ranking, Yang Yiyi returned to the Divine Sword Pavilion.
There is an osmanthus tree in front of the stable. When Yang Yiyi left, the osmanthus flowers had not yet bloomed. When she returned today, the fragrance of osmanthus had filled the entire garden.
Just as Yang Yiyi led the horse to the stable, Senior Brother Xue Rui appeared in front of her.
"Junior sister!" Xue Rui looked at her and smiled.
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