In the forest, the night was deep, and the birds and insects were resting.
Xia Qinglian stood amidst the crowd, her posture tall and unmatched in beauty, instructing the others:
"You must continue to hide here and must not expose yourselves."
"Saintess, I wish to stay by your side and protect you!" Xue Wen spoke, but Xia Qinglian gave him a look, and he could only lower his head sheepishly.
Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, Xia Qinglian's figure became shorter, her perfect oval face transformed into a delicate oval face, her peerless appearance became ordinary, and in a short moment she completely turned into another person.
Xue Wen stared blankly at this delicate and gentle face, suddenly realizing, "So the Saintess is disguised as a disciple of the Zhenyang Sect?!"
The others also recognized her as one of the female disciples of the Zhenyang Sect.
