Chapter 267 Book 6 A Hidden Gate
The smell of scorched soil and blood still lingered in the air of Chenshui Village as Li An wiped her hands on a bloodstained cloth. Her scarred disguise remained intact—burnt skin trailing from her left cheek down to her collarbone, a grotesque mask she no longer noticed. Around her, the wounded lay in makeshift shelters, covered in coarse straw mats and treated with simple salves and cloth. Chi cultivators moved among them, exhausted and gaunt. A once vibrant village had been reduced to a battlefield.
She rose to her feet as the elder of Liu Wind Temple, a gaunt man with a gray-streaked beard and cracked fingernails, finally stirred on his pallet.
His lips moved faintly. "...you saved us..."
