March in the spring.
Small bridge over running water, willows hanging by the riverside.
The sunlight soft and gentle, casting on a face delicate and pretty, reflecting a bright scene of spring.
A woman in a plain long robe, hair tied in a single ponytail, carrying a flower basket, steps onto the small bridge.
Her brows and eyes are like a painting, with a slight smile at the corners of her lips, carrying a bit of heroism, standing on the bridge with a graceful figure.
Men passing by can't help but take a few more looks at her, their eyes showing amazement.
A few bold ones, relying on their status as one of the few late-period Qi Cultivation practitioners in town, already approach her with malicious smiles.
"Fellow cultivator, would you be my companion? I'll make you very comfortable."
One of them eyes the woman up and down, not hiding the desire in his eyes.
