The masked woman quietly watched the Qin Clan's middle-aged beauty. She fell silent for a moment, and no one in the hall dared urge her to speak.
After a long while, the masked woman finally said flatly, "You should have long guessed my purpose. Why ask? I want both Yang Xiao's whereabouts and that immortal sword sheath!"
At her words, the Qin Clan members' expressions changed slightly. They looked at one another, while some lowered their heads and whispered among themselves.
Hidden in the shadows, Chen Fan frowned and watched the masked woman coldly. Though he did not know these people, it was obvious that her words rang true. Her tone was icy, carrying the chilling intent of killing whoever stood in her way—something no ordinary person could feign so easily.
The middle-aged beauty turned the exquisite teacup in her hand, tipped back her head, and drank the hot tea within. A stiff smile that did not reach her eyes appeared on her face as she stared at the masked woman and said softly, "Miss Chu Xue, it seems your aim is the same as our Qin Clan's. We can share Yang Xiao's whereabouts with you, but there is only one immortal sword sheath. Forgive the Qin Clan for being unable to part with it, so please return. Once we learn of Yang Xiao's whereabouts, we will certainly inform you."
"So Madam Qin intends to send me away. Then I shall not linger and disturb you. But before I leave, let me offer one more reminder: after today, the Qin Clan will have no chance for regret!" With that, the masked woman rose directly to her feet. After coldly sweeping her gaze over the Qin Clan's middle-aged beauty, she turned and headed out of the hall, with five attendants following