"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Xiang Zhao came to take up her post as usual.
The moment she stepped into the tent, she sensed something was wrong.
Before she could retreat, a shadow flashed in the corner of her eye. She instinctively reached for her sword hilt. To give Xiang Zhao some means of defending herself in these troubled times, her great-grandfather had taught her martial arts. Her swordsmanship wasn't particularly refined, but it was more than enough to deal with ordinary thieves. The instant her fingertips touched the ornament on the hilt, her wrist suddenly went numb, replaced by a wild, prickling current!
Someone seized her right wrist and pinched her at the small of her back.
Goosebumps erupted across Xiang Zhao's skin, and cold sweat broke out down her spine.
Luan Xin's tent was heavily guarded. It wasn't easy for an unfamiliar face to slip inside unless the intruder was highly skilled or had an accomplice. In that split second, countless possibilities flashed through Xiang Zhao's mind, but the most important thing now was to protect herself.
The intruder's voice wasn't as deep as a man's, leaning more toward a woman's. "That's what I should be asking you. Who are you?"
Hearing the reply, Xiang Zhao let out a long breath of relief.
The other party had answered instead of killing her, which essentially ruled out the survivors of the Southwest who'd lost their country. There was no killing intent in her words, so she probably wasn't a spy who'd slipped in to steal secrets, either. Most likely, she was with Kang. "I'm a clerk serving by Master Luan's side."
For now, that was the role she had taken while studying under Luan Xin.
"I've never seen you before. You're a stranger."
The intruder released her,