Lost in her own thoughts, Daiyue felt a gentle breeze carrying the scent of a living person brush past. Her ears twitched, and she alertly turned her head to look.
Times had changed; stranded in a foreign land with nothing to her name, she found hidden reefs at every turn. Through the steady advancement of her cultivation and the tempering of her personal experiences, Daiyue's five senses had grown extraordinarily sharp.
A young girl dressed in light goose-yellow gauze walked over with light, dainty steps, holding a foxtail grass in her hand and casually sweeping it along the path.
Chapter 98