C1802 This Was Really the Soul Martial Hall!

Along a narrow, winding trail, a figure hurried with evident nervousness, her pace quick and head bowed low. This was Shaoyao.

Shaoyao was clearly in a rush, her head down, careful not to look around, as she moved briskly forward. Disciples passing by cast curious glances at her servant girl attire, which stood out since she wasn't dressed in the standard disciple uniform