The sky was as blue as a wash, with a gentle breeze blowing.
A slender hand holding a green jade bamboo flute emerged from an abandoned solitary grave.
The spiritual soil turned into sand, scattering with a swoosh. A young woman in her early twenties slowly opened her eyes, her black hair like satin draped down, covering her exquisitely shaped body.
A cold wind blew, and Jiang Yuebai shivered, instinctively touching her nose and face.
"Thank goodness, my nose isn't swollen, my ears are still there, and there's nothing strange growing on my face."
Jiang Yuebai looked down to check her body, her limbs intact, with only a loose Feather Scale Armor hanging on her. She quickly took out a blue long dress from her Storage Bracelet and put it on.
While dressing, she glanced around.
"So this is the small Secret Realm of Prajna Temple? It sure is small; I can see the end with one glance."
