Stirred by the abrupt change in atmosphere, Xiao Hu's eyes opened. Blinding light greeted her, forcing the swordswoman to cover her face in a half-baked attempt to suppress the rays. Several figures surrounded her, all clad in loose black dresses and long veils that kept their faces covered. Eight in total, the women flanked Xiao Hu from left and right, each holding ethereal orbs that recorded all that her soul contained.
Rolling to the left-end side, Xiao Hu lowered her hand. The startling sight of this eight-woman-strong lineup blocked her path, barely giving her room to breathe.
