About a quarter of an hour later, the forest, thick with the scent of blood, quieted down.
Out of a group of twenty, nineteen were gone, leaving only the last black-clothed person trembling and kneeling in the snow.
Gu Jiao looked down at him from a position of superiority, the tip of her Red-Tasseled Spear pressed against his heart, "Amongst the consort's men, there's an extremely capable sworn brother. Where is he?"
The man in black was startled upon hearing this. It seemed he hadn't quite recovered from the enormous slaughter and took a long while to realize what Gu Jiao was asking.
He swallowed his saliva, and with a trembling voice, he said, "Young hero..."
Wait, this was not a young hero!
It was a maiden!
Indeed, she was clearly a maiden!
Even without a change in voice, the difference between a boy's and a girl's voice is quite significant. He had been so terrified by the young figure before him that he had even forgotten to listen carefully to her voice.