Immersed in the morning mist on a mountain path, a slender figure climbed up from under the pavilion.
As she passed by the stone steps, flowers bloomed on both sides, with their fragrance wafting through the mountains repeatedly.
The woman walked straight towards the inconspicuous white pavilion, and upon seeing the painter in the pavilion, she couldn't help but smile, "I felt something was off when I stepped into the Flower Array Maze City. Despite the complex scents mixed with the smell of earth, which are hard for ordinary people to discern, nothing could escape my nose. It is the scent of ink."
Xiang Shen walked up to the white pavilion, her gaze fixed on the woman who had been making a thousand ascetic monks and ten divine beings go round in circles.
The mysterious woman wore a face veil, her figure delicate and graceful. Even without the need to see her true face, one could sense her peerless elegance, which made everything around her pale in comparison.
