As the sky gradually brightened, she felt that the cold and gloomy air around her had not dissipated yet, and the bells around her waist were still shaking gently, making a ringing sound.
So she lit the pile of grass and took advantage of the fog blocking her vision to slip into her space.
When the fog gradually dissipated and the sky gradually brightened, the ghosts and spirits surrounding her could not find the red figure. They lingered and were unwilling to leave, as if they could not believe that she could disappear without a trace before their eyes.
As the sun rose, some of the monks left one after another, and some walked over here. However, when they saw that the woman in red was no longer there, strange colors flashed across their eyes.
Yes, that person looked unusual. Maybe she was really a powerful person. Otherwise, how could a woman like that dare to walk slowly in front of them without fear
Not seeing the woman, everyone left one after another. Only one or two people glanced at the air, as if they felt that the cold and gloomy breath was still lingering here. However, after looking around, there was no trace of the woman, so they did not stay.
And, in the space, Feng Jiu, who was sitting cross-legged, was staring at the scene outside. There was a strange color in her eyes and an unclear expression on her face, as if she was thinking about something.
Only after she saw those people leave did she close her eyes and take a good rest, preparing to go out again after resting and try to find out where this place is and how to get back to Baichuan City.
A morning passed quietly and silently. At noon, after resting in the space for a whole morning, her tense spirit relaxed a little. She did not rush out, but changed her appearance in the space, put on a few more sets of clothes, and finally put on a set of worn-out clothes.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
The person in the mirror changed from a beautiful woman to a bearded man. His slightly frail body, due to the multiple sets of clothes he wore, made him look a bit manly, though not rugged. On his face, there was a shocking and hideous scar running from the upper corner of his left eye to the lower right corner. His thick and heavy eyebrows contrasted with his hideous face, making him look like a murderous person that kept strangers away.
Not only did she change her clothes, but she also changed everything from head to toe. Even those Immortal Saint-level warriors, or even Immortal Venerable-level warriors, would not be able to see through her disguise.
In her current appearance, she believed that it would be easier for her to blend in with those people, and she would not attract their attention. Relatively speaking, it would be safer and cause less trouble than when she was a woman in red.
"Okay, now all I need is a big sword." She murmured softly, looked at the place where weapons were piled in her space, and picked out a sharp sword with a blade more than four fingers wide.
She put the big knife on her shoulder, came to the spiritual spring, looked at the water surface, raised her thick eyebrows, glared with sharp eyes, and in an instant, she looked like a ferocious and brutal man.