Jiang Yuebai found a clothing shop and changed into a new outfit, a white dress as pure as snow, with flowing ribbons.
After putting on the face veil, Jiang Yuebai walked leisurely down the street outside the plaza, watching a group of loose cultivators rush past aggressively.
A burly man with a bruised face stopped beside Jiang Yuebai and asked, "Fellow Daoist, have you seen a black-clothed masked she-devil pass by?"
"Is it a fierce-looking black-clothed female cultivator about this tall?" Jiang Yuebai gestured and asked.
The burly man nodded vigorously.
Jiang Yuebai pointed delicately, speaking softly, "She went that way."
The burly man glanced at Jiang Yuebai, his cheeks slightly red, grinning with half of his front tooth missing.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for pointing the way."
The burly man left, Jiang Yuebai stifled a laugh, carrying a pouch of Memory Jade, ready to visit various battlefields to gauge the opponents' strength.
