Mu Qingge kicked open the carriage door and bent down to walk out.
It was only after coming out that she realized the sky had already darkened. The two opposing forces, because of her appearance, turned their attention towards her.
After setting off, Mu Qingge had already changed out of the Medicine Tower's clothes and put on her signature red robe.
She stood outside the carriage door, under the moonlight, her striking features indistinguishable between male and female. Her cold and stern face exuded an awe-inspiring authority.
Her clear eyes, carrying a cold glint, slowly swept over the enemy ahead.
The number of people was about a hundred. Judging by their attire, they were not from the same faction, likely a temporarily assembled team. Such a group, no matter how high their individual cultivation was, in Mu Qingge's eyes, were merely a—rabble!
"Mo Yang." Mu Qingge's voice carried a hint of frost.
