Looking again at that black-clad woman, she was a stranger to them.
Yet her features had a certain allure, particularly her eyes, which held a stubborn defiance.
Seeing this, Chu Qing didn't intervene, choosing to stand aside and observe.
At that moment, Gentle clasped the black-clad woman's sword-wielding hand with one hand, while the other hand pressed against the wall:
"Leave here."
Gentle's voice remained as cold as always.
The black-clad woman, however, was furious:
"I'll leave when I want to, stay if I choose to, why should I listen to you?"
"Hmm?"
Chu Qing blinked his eyes:
"That voice... is it her?"
The girl with a veiled face met in Ge Jingchun's courtyard, called... what was it again?
That's right, Xia Wanshuang.
"She hasn't left yet?"
Chu Qing scratched his head:
"Could she be waiting for news of Cheng Sihai's death?"
This matter was being kept tightly under wraps in Celestial Dance City, as it couldn't be leaked to Valley of Myriad Nights in advance.
