Two days later, the weather was fine, the sun brightly hung in the sky, drying up the last cloud nearby.
At the edge of the woods in one corner of Lianxiang City, a young woman in tattered clothes, disheveled and dirty, limped toward a wooden building not far away.
The wooden building was very tall, and it was impossible to tell how many floors it had from the outside. It stood at the other end of the woods, backed by a towering stone wall, pitch-black and bare, without a blade of grass.
The young woman wore a painful expression, hobbling with one foot, moving with difficulty, exhausted after a few steps, seemingly drained of strength, forcing herself forward.
In this manner, she struggled to reach the wooden building, gritted her teeth, and stretched out her hand to knock on the two imposing and solid ebony doors.
