Each leap carried the woman dozens—no, hundreds—of meters, as though gravity held no sway over her. She bounded effortlessly, a blur of motion and strength.
And then, with one final arc through the air, she landed with a loud thud just a short distance away from them, dust puffing up around her.
Lin Mu's breath caught for a moment.
The woman before them was like nothing he had seen in the cultivation world.
She was tall, with a body built not for elegance but for war.
Her skin gleamed with sweat and dust, glowing bronze beneath the moonlight.
Her abdomen was bare, and her core muscles rippled with each breath—tight, toned, and sculpted like a living statue.
She wore a short-cut shirt that barely held in her ample bosom, the fabric stretched taut across her chest, revealing both strength and sensuality. Her tight-fitting pants clung to every curve of her powerful legs, and her wide hips moved with the grace of a seasoned predator.
