The person who called out to Yu Lie was none other than Fang Wumu, the adopted son of Elder Fang from the Medicine Hall!
Fang Wumu was wearing his so-called "glasses" on the bridge of his nose, which allowed him to barely see things clearly.
That’s how he recognized Yu Lie.
Yu Lie, looking surprised, nodded in return and greeted, "Brother Fang, it’s been a while."
Fang Wumu was leading a sizable group of about twenty to thirty people, each carrying large and small bundles, leading mules, horses, and donkeys, all laden with goods.
It seemed they had just finished gathering herbs and hunting in some fertile area and were now returning with a full haul.
The meeting between Yu Lie and Fang Wumu didn’t cause much of a stir among the caravan, but it certainly caught the attention of Pu Xing, Shan Daotong, and the others.
Pu Xing and her group exchanged glances, wondering how Yu Lie had managed to get acquainted with Fang Wumu.
"That Fang guy, I heard his adoptive father is the head of the Medicine Hall, a high-ranking Daoist! When did Brother Yu get to know someone like that?"