A bone-biting wind blew over.

On top of the stone bridge was a daoist woman wearing a blue dress. She appeared around twenty years of age with beautiful apricot eyes and perfect skin. A purple belt helped show off her perfect figure.

Feiyun had met many women but few could compare to her in terms of elegance and ethereal presence. Only Shui Yueting could match her.

She held a small bronze cauldron with a bamboo stick growing inside. She had a gentle look in her eyes as she stared at it. Men couldn’t help wanting to protect and embrace her afte seeing this.

‘She must be a senior sister.’ Feiyun thought because her aura...