C290 Secret Technique Master

She was an elderly woman, her hair a snowy white, suggesting she was well into her eighties, if not her nineties. Her frame was stooped, seemingly on the brink of collapse, yet she stood with an unexpected firmness. Her face bore the relaxed skin and deep wrinkles of a storied life, resembling the intricate patterns of a dragon. Her eyebrows hung low over her murky eyes, which