The village was vast, nestled in a basin and surrounded by high mountains on three sides.
There was much farmland in the village, and quite a few people working in the fields paused to curiously size up Gu Qingli and her companions.
As they entered the village, many onlookers came running out to watch.
"Ah, are those outsiders? Their clothes are so strange."
"Yeah, and is that woman injured? She's being carried."
"Are all the women from outside so beautiful? Look at them, they're all so pretty."
"Yeah, those two men are also very good-looking."
"Are they as beautiful as our former Saintess? I heard our Saintess used to be a great beauty."
"Shush, don't mention the Saintess!"
Listening to the people picking them apart, Gu Qingli felt inwardly speechless.
Only now did she carefully observe these people: black hair, yellow skin—typical Eastern people from her past life.
Their appearances were no different from the people outside the village.
