What is striking is that this person was barefoot, not wearing shoes.

Judging from the size of these bare feet, they appear somewhat petite, rather than as large as a man's.

With each light step, the silver bell on the woman's ankle jingled melodiously.

After leaving the clinic, the woman walked briskly to an inn.

After tossing a piece of loose gold to the waiter, the waiter, who had been slightly puzzled by the woman's heavily concealed appearance and the veil she wore, immediately put on a fawning smile.

After entering a fine room in the inn, the woman turned around and lifted her sleeve, revealing her fair and delicate hands beneath.

After the waiter took the several wrapped medicines from the woman's hands, the woman's voice slowly rang out.

"Remember, boil three bowls of water down to half a bowl."

"Don't worry, sir, I've got it."

Go!

A moment later, as the waiter brought the brewed medicine into the room, the woman tossed him a piece of silver again, and the waiter happily closed the door and left.

After the waiter left, the woman in the room placed the bowl of medicine on the table, then took off her long robe and tossed it aside, revealing a light pink dress and her stunningly beautiful face.

Furthermore, the woman's bare feet and the bells on her ankles clearly indicate her identity.

She was Wanwan, a member of the Yin Kui Sect of the Great Tang Dynasty.

However, unlike before, Wanwan's face was noticeably pale at this moment.

After gently fanning her palms and blowing a little air to quickly lower the temperature of the medicine in the bowl, Wanwan reached into her bosom and took out a pill.

After putting the pill into his mouth, he picked it up from the bowl on the table that held the medicine.

After drinking the half bowl of medicine, Wanwan frowned and stuck out her tongue.

"It's so bitter!"

It was just an ordinary gesture, but when placed on Wanwan's face, it inexplicably gave off a playful feeling.

After placing the bowl on the table, Wanwan immediately slipped to the bed next to her and sat cross-legged.

The next second, the fluctuations of true energy began to flow through Wanwan's body.

It wasn't until the sky outside the window was completely dark that Wanwan in the room opened her eyes again and let out a long breath.

Feeling the lingering pain in her body, Wanwan's face darkened and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Stupid woman, this time things won't just end like this."

However, at that moment, a melodious flute tune suddenly drifted into the room from outside the window.

The moment the flute music entered her ears, Wanwan instantly felt her blood and energy begin to surge.

As her blood and qi surged, the pain that Wanwan's body had not yet dissipated intensified once again, causing her to quickly mobilize the true qi within her body.

Once the surging blood and qi in her body had calmed down, Wanwan's face darkened, and she quickly darted out of the window and disappeared into the distance.

Almost the instant she flashed out of the house, Wanwan caught a glimpse of a figure standing on the roof of a house out of the corner of her eye.

In an instant, a flash of blood-red killing intent crossed Wanwan's eyes.

As soon as Wanwan leaped out of the inn, the figure standing on the rooftop also floated down lightly, following in the direction Wanwan moved.

The moon hangs high in the sky, its hazy light casting a beautiful veil over the land.

However, from a bamboo grove thirty miles northwest of Yushui City, under the beautiful moonlight, the faint sound of bells could be heard echoing.

The one in the lead was wearing a pink dress and was barefoot.

Each time a bare foot touched the ground or the grass, accompanied by a melodious and light bell sound, the woman's figure would float forward several feet as lightly as a feather.

What is particularly striking is that although the woman was barefoot, as she moved around and her toes touched the ground lightly, her bare feet remained as white as snow, without a single speck of mud on them.

In the midst of this rapid movement, Wanwan's face was filled with a solemn expression.

As Wanwan swiftly dodged, a melodious flute tune suddenly pierced through the layers of rain and echoed among Wanwan and the bamboo grove.

The moment the flute music reached her ears, Wanwan suddenly felt the flow of true energy within her body stagnate, causing her rapidly shifting movements to slow down for a moment.

"Whoosh!"

The instant Wanwan paused, a sword shadow about ten feet long and incredibly condensed, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, suddenly shot out from the bamboo forest behind Wanwan and headed straight for her back.

Noticing the movement behind her, Wanwan snorted inwardly and quickly turned in mid-air with a light tap of her toes.

When she faced the sword shadow head-on, two pink ribbons, like two agile pythons, quickly brushed past Wanwan's waist and crashed into the sword shadow behind her.

"boom!"

What should have been an incredibly soft ribbon now struck the sword shadow with a fierce and ruthless force, as if it were an incredibly hard weapon.

The powerful aftershocks burst forth in an instant, causing the surrounding bamboo to sway wildly, the rustling sound almost instantly drowning out all other noises.

After blocking the sword shadow, Wanwan's body slid back about two zhang.

After standing next to a bamboo stalk about the size of an adult man's fist, Wanwan quickly raised her head.

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