Beneath the face cloth, it was indeed the face of Wang Wanqiu.
Lin Yun had not guessed wrong, Qiuniang was Wang Wanqiu.
But as she removed the face cloth, Lin Yun was also stunned on the spot. He saw that Wang Wanqiu's lips had been tightly sewn shut with thread, the wounds were ghastly and terrifying, making anyone who saw them feel a tightness in their chest.
It was hard to imagine what she had been through to end up looking this way.
Wang Wanqiu was a beautiful girl, and in the Central Plains, she was considered a genius disciple. Not many people her age had reached the Heart Guarding Realm.
Lin Yu felt a surge of joy when she saw Wang Wanqiu; they had been searching for Wang Wanqiu for a long time without any luck. If it had not been for the unrest in the Central Plains, which had deprived her of a few days of peace, she would have liked to search for Wang Wanqiu herself.
If there were any news of Wang Wanqiu, she would never neglect it.
