The black-cloaked woman seemed to have no guard against Chen Mo and Yue Ruyan, sitting in the corner of the opposite wall at the post station, seemingly indifferent.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, feeling puzzled. This woman indeed had a unique style; generally, women tended to be more concerned with cleanliness. Like when he and Yue Ruyan came in earlier, they cleaned the dust off a long bench before sitting down, but the woman just sat down directly.
Furthermore, there were few Upper-Grade Martial Artists in Central State, and even fewer were women. At least Chen Mo only knew Yue Ruyan. Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that she might be some hermit, as judging by the woman's attire and behavior, she indeed had the traits of a hermit.
However, having just arrived at the border of Chongzhou and encountering this situation, Chen Mo felt it was somewhat peculiar.
In any case, there was nothing to do while sheltering from the rain.
Just as he was about to speak.
