"Miss, please forgive me," uttered the handmaiden quickly, immediately falling to her knees when she saw Qing Lingyan's gaze and was shocked to the point of her face turning a deathly white.
"Do you really wish for Cold Moon Palace to become the target of all the other great sects?" spat Qing Lingyan ruthlessly through gritted teeth.
"Miss, please forgive me. I have misspoken." The handmaiden started to slap herself on the cheek again and again. Very quickly, her beautiful face became bruised and swelled.
"Ghost Hand," called out Qing Lingyan softly, ignoring the handmaiden's apology.
"Young Master, I am here." A young man with a pale white face which seemed to be drained of blood appeared from behind Qing Lingyan like a phantom.
"Tell Qiu Gaohe, that you will replace them in participating in the Sword Pill Meeting," said Qing Lingyan.
