Three days later, in the outer city of Sheng Tian, Taoyuan Restaurant.
Qian Hong wore a light veil and was still dressed in a vivid red gown. Her graceful, curvaceous figure drew countless eyes.
Yet the sword hanging at her shapely waist, along with her frost-cold gaze, discouraged many men harboring improper thoughts.
Li Qing, seated in the corner, naturally noticed Qian Hong heading toward him at once.
For a moment, Li Qing had quite the headache. This woman really did not know the meaning of keeping a low profile. They were already plotting rebellion right beneath someone else's nose, yet she dressed so flamboyantly. Was she afraid there was not enough trouble already?!
"Commander Qian, if I'd known you would be this eye-catching, I would've chosen somewhere else to meet," Li Qing teased.
Upon hearing this, Qian Hong could not help rolling her eyes at Li Qing, looking exceptionally charming.
She was nearly three years older than Li Qing, already twenty-eight or twenty-nine. The mature allure brought by the passage of time had begun to show upon this female warrior, like a ripe peach—seductive and enticing.
"Master Li, just say what you mean. What exactly are you giving me by asking me to meet you here today?"
As Qian Hong sat down, Li Qing caught the faint fragrance wafting from her body. It was more intoxicating than the fine wine on the table.
Li Qing took a small sip of wine, then pulled out a token embroidered with a purple lotus and casually tossed it onto the table.
The moment she saw the token, Qian Hong's eyes, hidden behind her light veil, went wide. She nearly instinctively tucked it into her robes.
"This is... the Lotus Token. How do you have it?" Qian Hong asked in a voice as