C203 The Sword of the West Was Unsheathed

In the bustling streets of Chang'an City, Master Yu, clad in a simple ink-washed robe, stood before the entrance to the small Xuan Zen Temple, her smile tinged with a hint of regret. With a graceful flick of her sleeve, she departed, her exit as airy as a drifting cloud.

In the lively marketplace, no one noticed the woman who had just swept away.

Master Yu moved at a leisurely pace