On a steep cliff, a gorgeously dressed woman in red walked through the air. She wore a delicate little hairpin, a dark green long sword hung at her waist, and a pair of phoenix eyes were extremely spirited.
Suddenly, the woman sensed an unusual scent in the air. She frowned, sniffed lightly, and murmured, "The smell of blood? Could a battle have taken place nearby?"
The woman turned and darted toward the edge of the cliff. The closer she got, the stronger the shockwaves of the battle became.
Chapter 140