A figure began to materialize in Yang An's vision.
Unlike the members of the Golden Sword Sect he had seen before, what stood before him wasn't just a shadowy figure, but a distinct person.
A woman.
The woman was dressed in blood-stained white clothes and sat on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a tree.
Blood gushed from her mouth, streaming down her neck and staining her clothes red. Her breathing was choked with it, making a sound like air leaking from a punctured balloon.
Yang An instinctively took a step back. They were very close—less than a meter apart.
The woman looked normal, aside from the fact that she appeared to be gravely injured.
But encountering a seemingly normal person in a place like Lower Hu was anything but normal to Yang An, and he was instantly on his guard.
The woman's eyes were red, filled with blood. She looked at Yang An, then slowly reached out her hand.
