"Who are you?" Humiliated, He Xiao shouted.
The woman did not even look at him, and merely smiled at the other lady who was approaching her, asking, "You are Chu Qiao?"
Chu Qiao nodded. She saw that the intruder was a lady with beautiful eyes and tender skin. Her eyes were warm and her expression was gentle. At first glance, one could mistake her pristine white skin for snow, and her pitch black eyes as the night sky. On her face, there was a tinge of handsomeness as she observed Chu Qiao with impunity. Yet, what attracted Chu Qiao the most was not her looks, but the cape that she wore. If she remembered correctly, this cape was worn by Zhuge Yue the day before. Seeing that, Chu Qiao frowned.
"My master requested me to hand this to you." It was the Canhong Sword. Chu Qiao took it and thanked her. "Thank you. May I ask for your name?"