Within Xuanming Sect, the white robes are not all the same. In order to distinguish their identities, patterns will be embroidered on the white robes to distinguish them.
In terms of appearance, Ji Mingyao is not afraid of others recognizing her. She has already made adjustments with her spiritual power.
But she didn't know anything about Xuan Ming Sect. If she came into contact with others, her secret would be revealed in a matter of minutes.
When walking this road, she deliberately avoided the crowds, but unexpectedly she met someone.
"Gongsun Han, why don't you speak?"
Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, the person behind her slowly approached.
Ji Mingyao knew that the visitor was suspicious, so she took off her hood and turned around before he could take action.
"I just came back from outside and suffered some injuries."
The visitor stared at her suspiciously, "Where have you been and are you still injured?"
He looked Ji Mingyao up and down, and saw that her clothes were stained with blood and dirt, and were a little black. She looked like she had been involved in a big battle.
Ji Mingyao frowned, looked cold, and asked in a calm tone: "Don't you know what happened outside?"
The visitor was stunned and subconsciously replied: "I just came out of seclusion, so I really don't know."
"Master Black Robe died in the Snowy Mountains, and so did the throne. I was attacked by someone as soon as I entered. If I hadn't run fast, I might have been damaged there."
Ji Mingyao didn't dare to tell nonsense at this time, she was telling the truth.
The visitors were obviously surprised when they heard this.
"Lord Black Robe is dead. How is this possible? There is a clone of Lord Divine Beast beside him. How could he die?"
"You ask me, I'll ask who to go to."
Ji Mingyao rolled her eyes angrily, turned around and wanted to leave.
After all, the more you talk, the easier it is to make mistakes.
She wanted to leave quickly, but the people behind her didn't seem to let go of their suspicions.
"Gongsun Han, what are you doing there?"
Ji Mingyao, who had her back turned to him, had a flash of murderous intent in her eyes. Just when she was considering whether to kill him or not, news came from Sniffing Ant.
The target is found ahead, a medical clinic.
Isn't this exactly where her injured character needs to go now?
Ji Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief, but did not turn around to answer the visitor's question.
She had noticed a long time ago that although the visitor wore a white robe like Gongsun Han, Gongsun Han's robe was embroidered with gold thread, while that person's robe was just ordinary red thread.
Therefore, the person who came was just a subordinate of Gongsun Han.
Since you are a subordinate, there is no need to answer everything.
According to this speculation, Ji Mingyao felt at ease indifferently.
The person behind him didn't get an answer, nor did he ask any questions. He was no longer surprised, but he just didn't look very good.
He spat before the person was far away.
"What the hell? It's just a favor. You really think you are a person. It's bad luck."
Ji Mingyao finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing these curses, which meant that the man had given up his suspicion.
The Xuanming Sect's medical clinic was built in a cave underground, like a separate courtyard.
As soon as Ji Mingyao walked to the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood. The stench was extremely foul.
There seemed to be a thick layer of oil on the reddish-brown door of the courtyard.
Ji Mingyao looked around, and when no one was paying attention, he made a scratch with his finger.
Looking at the dirt stuck to her hands, her eyes were filled with disgust.
This reddish-brown color is not the original color of the door, but the blood that has settled down over the years has dyed the door like this.
Ji Mingyao took a deep breath, prepared herself mentally, and stepped into the medical clinic.
Different from the bustling and clean medical clinics outside, this place is messy but extremely quiet.
It was supposed to be an elegant decoration, but it looked very scary because of the black blood stains all around.
On the small bridge entering the inner courtyard, there are messy footprints on the old blood stains.
Under the small bridge, what was flowing turbulently was not clear water, but an unknown liquid that was pitch black.
Ji Mingyao endured the sticky nausea under her feet and walked onto the small bridge, looking at the source of the water flow.
"Hey, I met a distinguished guest today. Why is Master Baipao here?"
In the inner courtyard, a woman with disheveled hair and a gauze scarf all over her body came out twisting her waist.