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The man in the lead was young and tender, with an oil lamp in his hand. It was Yan Hui, followed by the black-cloaked, graceful woman. If it wasn't Wu Xiaoyan, who else could it be? In her hands, there was a gong that would strike every mile she walked. The two bamboo poles went through Ye Su's sleeves, and the two ends were placed on top of the last two shoulders