The red-robed woman lowered her eyes, weighing Luo San's suggestion.
At a time like this, it wasn't worth fighting to the death.
They were only three captives of some importance. She had kept them alive to use as bargaining chips in an exchange. The price of forcing them to stay would be too high; it wasn't worth it. The red-robed woman lowered her great bow and turned slightly, making way for them.
Miao Ne, however, refused to leave just like that.
She asked, "Where are you taking Laiqu?"
The red-robed woman glanced at Miao Ne with scorn and sneered. "I'm willing to spare your life, so you'd better know when to take a win. Xiang Zhao is one of our kind. What could she possibly amount to, mixed up with you people?"
Gongyang Yongye looked at the red-robed woman with indifferent eyes.
In an oddly inflected voice, he asked, "One of your kind?"
The red-robed woman had no desire to waste more words with them. A red whirlwind rose around her feet. By the time it died down, she had vanished from the tree branch. Miao Ne instinctively started forward, then stopped herself at the last moment. She bit her lip in frustration and murmured, "Who exactly is that woman? Why is she so especially concerned with Laiqu?"
One thing was certain: Xiang Zhao had no real connection with her.
Xiang Zhao had lived in seclusion in the mountains with Miao Ne's grandfather since childhood. Her world had been no bigger than that, while the red-robed woman was a true native of the Central Continent. They were worlds apart. Miao Ne took a deep breath to steady her turbulent thoughts and withdrew the sidelong glance she had cast at Luo San. Although Gongyang Yongye said Luo San was currently a