825 Her (2/2)

Her body, on the other hand, was special—her skin looked like silk without any scars and her body was perfect and plump, which looked like a piece of jade or white steamed bread on a black plate under the moon and stars.

Then, her eyelashes vibrated and she opened her eyes and looked around.

She looked taller than average when she stood up and there was no discernable emotion in her eyes. There were just simply the purest black and white.

She noticed a bright light on the cliffs, so she looked up. She saw a bright moon in the Night Dome—this was the picture that she dreamed about many years ago that she hated the most. She frowned and that made her more alive.

The Snow-capped Peak was the highest point of the world. Even though it was broken, its top was still close to the Night Dome, which meant that it was close to the moon. And since she did not like the moon, she decided to leave.

The cliffs were rocky. Even the best cultivator in the world could not get down them easily. However, that did not bother her. She just walked on her bare feet. Every one of her steps created a white lotus that supported her plump body.

Beautiful white lotuses flowered amid the cliffs in a line, like a straight path, leading to the foot of the mountain. She walked on the flowers, floating down from the cliff.

The crows flew nearby to welcome her return or her arrival, with unknown flowers and grass in their beaks, flying around her.

They dropped the flowers and grass on her body then flew up into the sky, cawing. They had made her a blue robe embroidered with flowers.

She was confused by the clothes. She loosened them but found them to still be a little tight, so she frowned.

She stepped on the snow that covered the Hot Sea and found some variable platyfish frozen in the sea. She seemed to remember something and then she walked south.

White lotuses were being born under her feet.

She traveled thousands of feet in the first instant and 300 miles in the next two hours. It took her a whole day to reach the edge of the wilderness.

She found that she was becoming slower and slower, and her aura was getting turbid. She tightly frowned, becoming a little angry.

She was not used to this dirty world nor the slow speed. And what she was most not used to was how plump she had become, and she had not figured out why that was.

She had been walking slowly, so she did not feel tired. When she finally arrived at the Wilderness, she saw weeds and some stinky tents.

This was a small tribe of the Golden Palace. The people inside the tents had been dead for days and their bodies had been eaten up by animals.

She glanced at the tents and knew everything that had happened here. The killer's weapon had been a heavy iron cutlass and he was good at cutting throats.

She frowned again because she remembered the iron cutlass. She also remembered the man who liked to cut throats like this because he said it was the best way to kill.

She kept silent for a little while before she dropped it. As long as she killed that man, this memory in the human world would be erased and she would remember nothing.

She felt a little hungry, so she searched the tents and found a dozen bags of kumiss. She drank up all of them, standing amid the bones. In her eyes, there was no difference between people and weeds, and there was also no difference between the bones and her clothes, so she did not feel any nausea.

Moreover, she enjoyed drinking, and she really could drink.

The kumiss had not changed her expression, but when she looked at her body, she revealed a look of disgust.

Just then, the sounds of rapid hoofbeats and whistles came from outside. It was a little noisy. She listened quietly for a while before walking out of the tent.

10 cavalrymen from the Golden Palace were approaching. Judging from their outfits, they had to be scouts.

When the cavalrymen smelled the tents, they all drew the cutlasses from their waists and straightened their faces, pointed at her, and began shouting. However, she had no idea what they were saying.

This was the first group of people that she had met in this world, so she decided to forgive them rather than punish them or kill them in anger.

She went over to them with no expression on her face.